Making Dolma in Antwerpen.

I loved almost everything about living in Istanbul but the food was an extra special love ...

So you know how you go to your Turkish cafe on a Friday night here in the city of Antwerpen and talk with the owner in your own special mix of Turkish and Dutch, with his multi-lingual 13 year old son and Gert working on translating us for each other.

And you ask about buying some Dolma, laughing because you know that he doesn't sell it but then you talk more and find out his teenage daughter needs English conversation practice.

So you offer to work with her if his wife will show you how to make Dolma?

He phones her up and it's all organised for Wednesday next week ... which is today.

And so it is that later today I'm off to make Dolma.
Let's see how it goes.