Diana Henry is bewitched by the magnificent flavours of Turkey. Turkish was the first 'exotic’ food I encountered. When I moved to London I lived in a flat in the north of the city. The shops round the corner, where I bought staples such as tea and toothpaste, had buckets of olives flecked with chilli and herbs sitting on the floor. Pots of smoky aubergine purée and plastic boxes of snowy-white feta were sold from deli counters, and big bunches of parsley and mint – totally different from the anaemic packets sold in supermarkets – sat alongside piles of gnarled peppers. |
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