Victory Day Yoga and a view of the Bosphorus
San Francisco and Istanbul could be distant cousins, rivaling each other in beauty and curves, with hills steep enough to give the average pedestrian gluts of steel and a hint of superhero definition to their calves. Yes, they are definitely cut from similar cloths. Sure, they have their differences. One stays up all night and drinks her coffee from small cups, while the other sips world class wines and wraps things up a little earlier to get her beauty sleep. One is decorated with church steeples, while the other dons the domes and minarets of her many mosques. One is much, much older, but both are full of life. The list of similarities gets longer every day: cable cars, farmers’ markets, hip restaurants and galleries, thriving art scene… Today, I was happy to find out that both enjoy leisurely brunches on a day off. After yoga, we wound through Cihangir and settled down to a delicious breakfast- Istanbul’s version of Eggs Benedict called Cilbir: poached eggs on homemade bread covered in a yogurt garlic sauce (mmmmmm). I am feeling more and more at home.
Here is a recipe that I found for Cilbir online: