The Zen of peeling Potatoes
Today was good, I don't know why but everything was kind of laid back. I tried not to make myself think too much and just enjoy the start of the weekend.
My mother suggested we cook something together, a mixed menu of German and Turkish. Eggplants and Potatoes were the main ingredients she thought of.
I don't like to cook much ot begin with, don't get me wrong I know how to cook but I don't know why it's just that I sometimes feel like a walking cliché whenever my mother wants me to do "womanly stuff". Even now as an adult it feels weird, maybe it's because of our strained mother-daughter relationship (I stil can't forgive her regarding my hips back then, I know it is childish, but still...).
But today I just did my thing, I peeled the potatoes and later flipped the eggplants and the sweet green chiles in the pan. I was in the zone and it felt great.
I felt somekind of Huzur.
In the end we made a special kind of mashed potatoes together with cheese İmam bayıldı for me and Karnıyarık for her (yes, despite both eggplant dishes being very similar, there ARE differences between them 😁).
Dad used to purree/mash the potatoes, every time... and I loved watching him do that. I miss him.
My mother suggested we cook something together, a mixed menu of German and Turkish. Eggplants and Potatoes were the main ingredients she thought of.
I don't like to cook much ot begin with, don't get me wrong I know how to cook but I don't know why it's just that I sometimes feel like a walking cliché whenever my mother wants me to do "womanly stuff". Even now as an adult it feels weird, maybe it's because of our strained mother-daughter relationship (I stil can't forgive her regarding my hips back then, I know it is childish, but still...).
But today I just did my thing, I peeled the potatoes and later flipped the eggplants and the sweet green chiles in the pan. I was in the zone and it felt great.
I felt somekind of Huzur.
In the end we made a special kind of mashed potatoes together with cheese İmam bayıldı for me and Karnıyarık for her (yes, despite both eggplant dishes being very similar, there ARE differences between them 😁).
Dad used to purree/mash the potatoes, every time... and I loved watching him do that. I miss him.