11/03/2026
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In our family, love is measured by what we place on the table. My grandmother would always set an extra plate, just in case if an unexpected guest happens to arrive. When we asked why, she’d say, ‘Misafir berekettir’ meaning; a guest is a blessing.
From her kitchen flowed warmth, laughter, and flavor, and that tradition carried on: my mother, my aunts, and now me and my daughters. We show love not just with words, but with care and deliciousness, preparing more than enough, leaving space for the unexpected, trusting that generosity multiplies.
Every meal becomes sacred, every plate a gesture of heart. To us, feeding those we love is a language, a ritual, a prayer, and in that sacred overflow—bereket—we celebrate family, welcome, and the quiet magic of home. So, pull up a chair and join the feast! Simama
