A Touch of Spice Page #2

- Salt...

Our lives need salt too.

Both food and life require

salt in order to be tastier.

On Sundays the family would

gather for a culinary feast.

All women would help, even aunt

Elpiniki, who suffered from Parkinson's.

Aunt Eleftheria was

the most competitive...

she knew all the secrets

of an exceptional dish.

To be on top, she'd hand

out her recipes...

but never quite correct.

I'll tell you, but you must

keep it to yourself.

- Saut? the onion in oil.

- I know that...

- The leaves must soak overnight.

- I know that too.

Once the stuffing

is ready...

you add some

ground "kisa mamout."

Isn't that bitter?

On its own yes, but it's excellent

for delicious dolmades.

- Are you trying to poison us?

- I followed her instructions!

- But you added nettles!

- No, it was "kisa mamout."

That's what our mother gave us

to clear up our acne!

Then why did she tell me

to add it to the dolmades?

What I longed for most was an

engagement in the community.

Prerequisite for

a wedding to occur...

was the prospective bride's "initiation"

to the cuisine of Constantinople.

Don't be afraid.

It's already dead!

But it will be tasty. They'll

be licking their fingers.

- Firstly, we add the spices.

- Always "hide" garlic and onion.

Emilios says that women in

Morrocco "hide" garlic in meat.

Aunt, keep quiet!

Oregano is all it needs and

if you add a touch of nutmeg...

We'll have

a feast on Sunday!

Come in, Osman Bey.

How are you?

Very well. And how are

you, Mr. Vasilis?

Very well. You look

handsome today, Mustafa.

When will you drop by

and play with Fanis?

After the circumcision cere-

mony, I'll bring him over.

What do you want to be

when you grow up?

- A doctor...

- An army officer.

Both are fine but I reckon

Mustafa will be an army doctor.

- What can I give you?

- Oysters...

I've invited many diplomats

from Ankara for the ceremony.

Not to worry, Osman Bay.

Just make sure they are

kind of big oysters.

You do know,

I trust you a lot...

The diplomatic meeting is

of great importance to me.

Are things looking

bad, Osman Bay?

There is a new crisis

with Athens...

Let's see what will be

discussed in the meeting.

Relationships without arguments

are like weddings without music.

We praise Allah when we eat,

what about you?

You are not allowed

to go there, son.

You... stir thing up at every

meal telling stories...

What can we do? That's how

it was laid out for us.

Time went by and while clouds

covered the adults' faces...

mine was full of light...

because I was in love

with Saime...

the daughter of Mrs. Aise,

my mom's best friend.

Go play with Fanis.

- What are we having today?

- Meatballs...

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