TRAVELLIVE 04-2016

Istanbul, the first days of spring… I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here. I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team. I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach. Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there? Istanbul, the first days of spring…
I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here.
I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team.
I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach.
Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there?

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food&wine 5 MïN chè"C`U TINH" CHO NGÄY Há N’u c„ ai h·i t´i v“ m„n ®n yu th›ch khi mÔa hà Æang chÍ g‚ cˆa, t´i sœ kh´ng ng«n ngπi tr∂ lÍi rªng, Æ„ lµ chÃ, tı m„n n„ng cho Æ’n m„n lπnh. Chºng bi’t chà c„ t˘ bao giÍ, song trong k˝ ¯c cÒa t´i v…n cn nguyn vãn h◊nh ∂nh nh˜ng m„n chà gi∂n d cÒa bµ, cÒa mã n†u Æ∑i c∂ nhµ hay khi mÁi chi“u, lÛc lÚ trŒ trong ng‚ nh· r›u r›t sang nhµ nhau ch¨i sau giÍ tan h‰c. 106 TRAVELLIVE

LÌn ln, dÔ bÀn rÈn, t´i v…n tranh thÒ t◊m lπi nh˜ng k˝ ¯c tuÊi th¨ mÁi khi hà v“. C„ th” lµ sau giÍ tan sÎ, chÓt c„ nh∑ h¯ng rÒ ÆÂng nghi÷p lang thang khu phË cÊ, dıng ch©n tπi qu∏n quen, th≠Îng th¯c nh˜ng m„n chà th©n thuÈc. N’u mÔa Æ´ng c„ chà sæn, chà tr´i tµu, chà con ong, mÔa thu LÌn c„ chà cËm, ln, chà dÔ th≠ng bÀn th◊ mÔa hà c¨ rÈn, man t´i nh˜ng v…n tranh chà ÆÀu xanh, thÒ t◊m chà lπi ÆÀu nh˜ng Æen, chà k˝ b≠Îi, ¯c tuÊi chà sen, th¨ mÁi chà khoai, khi hà chà v“. chuËi... C„ th” lµ Vµ sau cÚng giÍ chºng tan sÎ, sao chÓt c∂ n’u c„ nh∑ gi˜a h¯ng ngµy hà rÒ ÆÂng oi ∂, bπn nghi÷p lang vµo qu∏n thang g‰i khu cho phË m◊nh cÊ, dıng b∏t chà ch©n n„ng tπi Æ” qu∏n ki’m quen, t◊m th≠Îng nh˜ng h≠¨ng th¯c nh˜ng vfi mÌi. m„n chà th©n thuÈc. N’u mÔa Æ´ng c„ chà sæn, chà tr´i tµu, chà con ong, mÔa thu c„ chà cËm, chà th≠ng th◊ mÔa hà c¨ man nh˜ng chà ÆÀu xanh, chà ÆÀu Æen, chà b≠Îi, chà sen, chà khoai, chà chuËi... Vµ sœ kh´ng c„ g◊ lπ n’u gi˜a ngµy hà oi ∂, bπn vµo qu∏n g‰i cho m◊nh b∏t chà n„ng Æ” ki’m t◊m nh˜ng h≠¨ng vfi mÌi. CHá ßÜU XANH Trong "bÈ s≠u tÀp" c∏c loπi chÃ, hºn nhin m„n chà ÆÀu xanh lµm t´i c„ c∂m t≠Îng d≠Íng nh≠ ÆÀu xanh vµ n≠Ìc cËt dıa - hai nguyn li÷u lµm nn m„n quµ nµy - sinh ra lµ Æ” dµnh cho nhau. Vfi th¨m, ng‰t dfiu cÒa ÆÀu xanh hfla quy÷n vÌi ÆÈ bÔi bäo, cÒa n≠Ìc cËt dıa vıa ÆÒ h≠¨ng vıa ng‰t vfi. Nh†t lµ trong nh˜ng chi“u hà næng oi ∂, Æ≠Óc th≠Îng th¯c mÈt b∏t chà ÆÀu xanh, cho thm Æ∏ bµo m∏t lπnh, bπn sœ th†y s∂ng kho∏i b†t ngÍ. CHá CHUˇI M„n chà nµy c„ tn r†t ƨn gi∂n bÎi nguyn li÷u ch›nh lµ chuËi, Æ≠Óc n†u theo c´ng th¯c truy“n thËng. Nh˜ng tr∏i chuËi t©y mµu vµng nhπt, mÚm m‹m, ch›n vıa tÌi sœ Æ≠Óc lÈt v·, th∏i l∏t, sau Æ„ ≠Ìp vÌi mÈt chÛt Æ≠Íng, muËi, rÂi Æem n†u vÌi n≠Ìc cËt dıa. MÈt chän chà hfla quy÷n ÆÒ vfi th¨m n¯c cÒa chuËi ch›n, tho∂ng vfi bäo cÒa cËt dıa, bÔi bÔi cÒa cÒa ÆÀu phÈng rang vµ dıa bµo sÓi, dÔ bπn c„ dÔng n„ng hay lπnh Æ“u l˝ t≠Îng. CHá ßÜU ßEN Lµ mÈt m„n ®n ch¨i vËn quen thuÈc ÆËi vÌi ng≠Íi Vi÷t, song Æ” Æ∏nh gi∏ c´ng bªng, kh´ng c„ nguyn li÷u nµo c„ th” "so∏n ng´i" hπt ÆÀu Æen trong t∏c dÙng gi∂i nhi÷t c¨ th” gi˜a c∏i n„ng b¯c cÒa mÔa hÃ. Chºng th’ mµ dÔ ta c„ bi’n t†u thµnh nhi“u loπi chÃ, th◊ trong th˘c ƨn cÚng kh´ng th” thi’u Æ≠Óc m„n chà ÆÀu Æen truy“n thËng. Gi˜a mÈt rıng chà thÀp c»m, chà th∏i, chà khoai, chà ÆÀu xanh, chà ÆÀu Æen chÿ ƨn gi∂n vÌi mµu n©u Æen gi∂n dfi, l†m t†m nh˜ng hπt ÆÀu Æ≠Óc n†u ch›n m“m. Vµ bn trn Æ≠Óc r≠Ìi chÛt n≠Ìc cËt dıa, dıa t≠¨i bµo sÓi, ÆÀu phÈng rang... ÆÒ lµm bao tˆ cÒa bπn thÊn th¯c. CHá THNG Vfi ngÀy bäo cÒa n≠Ìc dıa, th¨m bÔi cÒa ÆÀu xanh lµ nät Æ∆c tr≠ng cÒa chà th≠ng, m„n chà ÆÀm ch†t Nam BÈ vÌi c∏c nguyn li÷u ÆÀu xanh, mÈc nh‹, ÆÀu phÈng, bÈt khoai, bÈt vani, Æ≠Íng, dıa nπo... Khi n†u chÃ, n’u muËn ÆÀm Ƶ h¨n, bπn c„ th” cho thm chÛt muËi, nm n’m chÛt Æ≠Íng Æ” b∏t chà th≠ng c„ vfi ngon Æ∆c tr≠ng. CHá BôI Trong nh˜ng ngµy hà n„ng n˘c, nh©m nhi m„n chà b≠Îi vÌi cÔi b≠Îi gifln dai, th¨m th∂o ÆÀu xanh, bäo ngÀy n≠Ìc cËt dıa, thm chÛt Æ∏ m∏t lπnh lµ tr∂i nghi÷m »m th˘c tuy÷t vÍi nh†t. Bπn Æıng ngh‹ chà lµm tı cÔi b≠Îi sœ bfi Ææng. Ng≠Óc lπi vÌi c∏ch s¨ ch’ cÔi b≠Îi, n†u vıa Æfinh l≠Óng cÔng ÆÀu xanh ÆÒ khi’n th˘c kh∏ch kh„ t›nh nh†t cÚng ph∂i gÀt gÔ t©m Ææc. Bπn c„ th” th≠Îng th¯c c∏c m„n chà nµy tπi: LUTULATA *39 Hµng C„t, Hoµn Ki’m, Hµ NÈi *Tel: 04 6259 7311 chà b≠Îi vÌi cÔi b≠Îi gin dai, th¨m th∂o ÆÀu xanh, bäo ngÀy n≠Ìc cËt dıa, thm chÛt Æ∏ m∏t lπnh lµ tr∂i nghi÷m »m th˘c tuy÷t vÍi nh†t TRAVELLIVE 107

food&wine<br />

5 MïN chè"C`U TINH"<br />

CHO NGÄY Há<br />

N’u c„ ai h·i t´i v“ m„n ®n yu th›ch khi mÔa hà Æang chÍ g‚ cˆa, t´i sœ<br />

kh´ng ng«n ngπi tr∂ lÍi rªng, Æ„ lµ chÃ, tı m„n n„ng cho Æ’n m„n lπnh. Chºng<br />

bi’t chà c„ t˘ bao giÍ, song trong k˝ ¯c cÒa t´i v…n cn nguyn vãn h◊nh ∂nh<br />

nh˜ng m„n chà gi∂n d cÒa bµ, cÒa mã n†u Æ∑i c∂ nhµ hay khi mÁi chi“u, lÛc lÚ<br />

trŒ trong ng‚ nh· r›u r›t sang nhµ nhau ch¨i sau giÍ tan h‰c.<br />

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