Childhood barbecues involved routine trips to a Mediterranean market for ingredients, guided by a father who prioritized hospitality. The importance of family meals was highlighted by a deliberate approach to barbecuing, including selecting meats for optimal flavor. Dad's quirky style, even barbecuing in inclement weather, reinforced a familial bond associated with cooking. The narrative emphasizes cultural values, particularly the significance of hospitality, passed down through generations. This love for gathering friends and family around the grill is a treasured tradition.
Barbecues would always start with an impromptu announcement at the table after Sunday morning family breakfast. Mum would begrudgingly agree, knowing the mess my dad can produce in about 20 minutes.
One of us kids would get dragged to the Yasar Halim mediterranean market in Haringey. Dad's finger would point straight down the table to me. 'Put on your shoes, boy.'
As Turks, hospitality was always a big thing in our household. It's a value I've inherited, and live by as an adult. Guests are a blessing.
My love for barbecues, cooking over live fire, and entertaining definitely stems from him. My dad would purposely butcher it poorly, leaving bits of meat on the bone to grill slowly.
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