During our time in Turkey, dad decided that cereal was evil, and that bread was the way to go. Not literally but despite our efforts through the first couple months he was unmoving, and we slowly began to get used to the bread. By now I have actually become picky about the bread, and would like to fancy myself the "bread connoisseur". Every morning I announce if the loaf is a good one or not. If you get a good loaf is soft on one side and a tad crispy on the other. The middle it is fluffy but dense, the perfect combination that makes you want to dip your finger in and pull it out. A bad loaf tastes more sourdough-ish, and normally is too crispy, the middle is a little harder from being overcooked, this is the type of loaf that requires jam and "kaymak".
P.S. I'm not sure if anyone has mentioned kaymak before me, but if not this is the jist of it. Imagine butter that doesn't taste as good by itself, but tastes a million times better with other toppings, as well as makes said topping creamier. Sam
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