#turkish bakery

[turkishmrt]

Turkish Mart

Address : 339 Evans Ave

Etobicoke, ON M8Y 1Z2

Phone : 416-259-3737

Email : info@turkishmrt.ca

Website : https://turkishmart.ca/

Largest Turkish food selection in Canada, Turkish Bakery Toronto, Halal Grocery Outlet in Toronto. Halal food baskets. 15 kinds of Turkish Coffee and the most fresh Turkish Delights in Canada. 50 years food wholesale experience. Free Delivery in GTA. 339 Evans Ave Etobicoke, complimentary Turkish tea and coffee, balloons for your children.

[turkishmartc]

Pristine Fine Foods

Address : 339 Evans Ave

Etobicoke, ON M8Y 1Z2

Phone : 416-259-3737

Email : info@turkishmrt.ca

Website : turkishmart.ca

Largest Turkish food selection in Canada, Turkish Bakery Toronto, Halal Grocery Outlet in Toronto. Halal food baskets. 15 kinds of Turkish Coffee and the most fresh Turkish Delights in Canada. 50 years food wholesale experience. Free Delivery in GTA. 339 Evans Ave Etobicoke, complimentary Turkish tea and coffee, balloons for your children.

[nanamis-bigtie]

my biggest joy of being in an international relationship is introducing my american partner to polish bread and pastries

[vialae]

Hello - just wanted to let you know that I greatly enjoy the things you write! I am so grateful for any Durgetash content bc I genuinely feared it would be too small a pair to get much content. I do enjoy the way you write them as well, the (head)canons about Gort and I think your Durge is very interesting! It’s always a joy to get to meet other players’ durges.

So pls don’t give up hope, those of us who do read your things do love them and cherish any new piece you post! <3

Aaa thank you so much!!

It really does mean a lot to read these types of things!!

[ihophashbrowns]

me n my brother went to the store thats across the street for the first time n it was so cool :)

[electrosquash]

for the ask a question thing: what do you buy when you go to the lidl bakery

Ah i don't really use it these days ^^ My Aldi here gets deliveries from a local bakery chain which has a shop on my way so i just to there

But there i get a Dampfnudel! Holdover from my student days since they were the cheapest filling option. Dense semi sweet yeast dough with a salty bottom crust, i enjoy the textures. You're supposed to eat them as a main course with sauce in my region but i don't lol

[justluchettathatisall]

[leoharrison008]

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[moonliched]

it was my birthday this week!!

my meals have been 90% cake for the past few days bc the fam has no idea what constitutes a normal-sized cake. all i can taste is vanilla n cream help

[turkishmartblog]

The Famous Turkish Market – Unique Shopping Experience

Turkish MART is a food mart that has in no time acquired a standing as the top of the line food mart in Canada as the mart has practical experience in offering an extensive variety of Turkish and Mediterranean food items, making it a go-to objective for foodies and admirers of global cooking.

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[chrissbakeshop]

When we lived in Brooklyn, there was this Arabic bakery we went to a number of times. We even took my family there. Arabic ice cream is so good!!!!! So when I saw a middle eastern bakery here in lexington, I knew we needed to check it out! And we are so glad we did! They have only been open 15 months! They are friendly and their products are so yummy!!! I used to find Turkish delight gross, but now that I know they come in so many different flavours, I LOVE them! So if you live in the Lexington area, we highly recommend checking this place out! Pic 1: Lazy Cake Pic 2: Date cookies and Turkish Delight Pic 3: Turkish Delight Al-Taj Bakery (Lexington, KY): https://m.facebook.com/100067553165127/ #bakedgoods #bakery #yummy #lexington #lexingtonky #turkish #turkishdelight #sogood #arabic #arabicsweets #worthit #middleeasternfood #middleeasternbakery #cookies #cake https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn40WrjO1fe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yemekkitabi]

SİVAS KATMERİ TARİFİ

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 19

(I know I'm tech on a break this week, but I could use the serotonin.) masterpost

“He understands that I am coming over?” Damian asked as he inspected his pencil case to make sure he had everything he needed. Father would be picking him up from art class to fetch lunch.

“Yep, Danny knows we’re bringing lunch over,” Grayson answered. His thumb swiped idly across his phone.

Damian took a slow breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He loved Grayson, but it did not mean that the other was not an idiot sometimes. Sometimes family meant loving someone even though they were an idiot, Damian reminded himself.

In an attempt to start again, Damian stayed silent until he was sure that he had all of his supplies in his messenger bag. “I meant, does Danny understand that it is specifically me bringing the food? Does Danny understand who I am?”

“Oh, Dami baby, yeah,” Grayson said, voice softening in a way that made Damian bristle. At least Grayson finally set his phone down. “Jay talked to him about it and is still there at the apartment with Danny now. I’ll over over to give Jason a break and be there when you and Bruce come. Do you want me to double check with Danny before you arrive?”

Damian frowned as he adjusted the strap on his bag.

“Yes,” Damian answered after a pause and when he could meet Grayson’s eyes confidently. “I believe that the redundancy would not go amiss.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll be sure to double check before you and Bruce get there.”

“Acceptable,” Damian said and let to find Pennyworth for his ride to class.

Doing art calmed him. That knowledge had been a surprise at first. While Damian had, of course, learned about art as part of his cultural and historical training, actually being able to engage in art was was something entirely knew. Something that was available to Damian only because of his Father’s allowance.

No, that was not quite right. Father didn’t allow Damian to do art, Father simply wanted them to be happy and art is what made Damian… perhaps not happy, but at least more at peace.

Peace had been such a rare thing in Damian’s life.

He still didn’t quite know what to do with it.

Annoyingly, class that day didn’t quite manage to tamper the churning in Damian’s gut. He could (and would) ignore the feeling, of course, but that did not mean it wasn’t there.

Or that it didn’t grow as Damian was waiting for Father to pick him up for class.

“You have put in the order we discussed?” Damian asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Yes, it should be ready shortly after we get there,” Father answered. “You were out quickly today.”

“Tch,” Damian looked away from his father’s searching gaze and focused on the world outside the window. He hated to have tells, but in a family of detectives it was impossible not to. “If it unlikely to be ready, perhaps we should stop by the Turkish bakery that is near. Surely there are items there that are not too sweet for his diet.”

“That’s a nice idea,” Father agreed with a thoughtful hum. “He may have never had them before so we can get a little selection of what you think he needs to try.”

Damian worked not to physically freeze. That felt suddenly like a great deal of responsibility. Which was silly, it was simply food.

“That is a sound idea,” Damian said instead of trying to face his sudden worry.

It was even more overwhelming in the face of all the options. Damian certainly spent far too long making a selection, but Father doesn’t rush him, so Damian tries to allow himself the time. The food is easily acquired after. Far too quickly that they were in front of the safehouse door. Father rested one hand on the back of Damian’s back, a bracing presence, before he knocked.

“Coming!” Grayson called needlessly through the door a few moments before he it swung open. “Hey guys, come in. It’s all good.”

Damian resisted the urge to nod to that, took a breath, and crossed the threshold.

Danny sat on the couch. The fabled day saving blue bear was clutched in the boy’s lap; clutched too tightly. Damian shot Grayson an accusatory look. Clearly it wasn’t ‘all good’.

Grayson rolled his eyes and took the box of sweets from Damian to take to the kitchen with Father.

Damian was left alone with Danny.

At least it gave Damian time to properly study the other boy. Not blood son. Clone. Better and worse at once— a copy of Father. It was clear how much Danny looked like Bruce, a redundant thought now that they knew Danny was a clone, but it crossed Damian’s mind all the same. It was odd to see the still slightly sunken cheeks and too prominent collar bones on someone that looked so much like Father, so much more like Father than Damian did.

Idly, Damian wondered if Danny would ever reach Father’s stature, what with his past. Damian himself had started to grown into wild shoulders and broad chest that would someday be his body over the last year, but Danny had not.

Danny, at least a year older, was still far too slight.

But older.

The oldest blood.

Would he try to take Damian’s place now? It would only be just, with how poorly Damian had behaved when he first arrived, especially to Drake. And Damian’s brash attacks, Danny would have the right to his. He was oldest…

“Are… are you alright?”

Damian’s head snapped up at Danny’s words. When had he lost his focus?

“I do not know,” Damian said, too honest words tumbling across his tongue without his permission.

He didn’t know.

[somecunttookmyurl]

seriously there's one guy who sells turkish delight and that's it. it's just him. he wasn't even there.

ashleigh was wandering around desperately trying (and failing) to find vaguely turkish things to take photos of for advertising like truly why are we even doing this

help i can't stop laughing

put on a turkish market for some reason even though there are like no turkish traders nor a strong turkish population

piss off everyone there to do it

do it during comicon

tell regular traders they can't do comicon bc of the super special turkish market and get mad about it

do it at the end of september for some reason

the turkish people don't even turn up

[shitsndgiggs]

A DAY IN REGENSBURG - KENAN YILDIZ

A day walking around the streets of Regensburg, with Kenan

Kenan Yildiz x half turkish, half danish! reader

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The cobblestone streets of Regensburg felt like a step back in time, with their charming architecture.

Kenan and I walked hand in hand, the summer sun casting a warm glow over the historic town. The day was perfect.

"So, Kenan," I started, swinging our joined hands slightly as we walked, "what’s your favorite childhood memory from growing up here?"

Kenan grinned, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. "Oh, that’s a tough one, mein schatz. But I think it has to be playing football in the park with my friends. We used to pretend we were playing in the World Cup."

I laughed. "I can totally see that. Were you always the star player?"

"Of course," he said with a mock-serious expression. "I was always the star, even if we were just kids with big dreams."

"Well, look at you now, Herr Fußballstar," I teased, nudging him playfully. "Living the dream."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we walked. "And what about you? Any favorite memories from Denmark?”

"I have so many," I said, thinking back. "But one of my favorites is visiting my grandparents every weekend. The whole family would gather, and we’d have these huge feasts. The food, the laughter, it was just perfect."

"Sounds amazing," Kenan said, his tone softening. "Family is everything, isn’t it?"

We continued our stroll, pausing occasionally for Kenan to take pictures with fans who recognized him. "Guten Tag! Of course, happy to take a photo," he would say, his smile never fading. I watched him interact, feeling proud of how gracious he was with everyone.

A group of teenagers approached, shyly asking for autographs. Kenan signed their shirts and took selfies with them, making sure everyone was happy. "You’re so good with your fans," I commented as we continued walking.

Kenan shrugged modestly. "They’re the best. And seeing them happy makes it all worth it."

As we reached the town square, the St. Peter's Church loomed majestically in the distance. Kenan looked at me, his expression softening. "You know, I think you fit in here perfectly. Like you were meant to be part of my world."

I smiled, feeling warmth spread through me. "Maybe it’s because I’m half-Turkish too. And Denmark isn’t far from Germany, so we’re almost alike in a way."

Kenan nodded, stopping to kiss my hand. "Absolutely. It’s like we were meant to find each other, canım."

We found a cozy bakery and decided to take a break. Kenan ordered in German, showing off his fluency, while I teased him about his accent. "You sound so serious when you speak German," I joked. "Like a stern teacher."

He laughed. "Well, maybe I am. And you, öğrencim, need to behave."

I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "You wish."

As we enjoyed our treats, an elderly couple at the next table struck up a conversation with us, commenting on how lovely we looked together. "Siz çok güzel bir çiftsiniz," the woman said, smiling kindly.

"Teşekkürler," Kenan replied, nodding appreciatively.

We continued our exploration, visiting the Stone Bridge and marveling at the views of the Danube River. Kenan pointed out his favorite spots from his childhood, sharing stories that made me laugh and feel closer to him.

"Do you think we’ll come back here often?" I asked, leaning my head on his shoulder as we walked.

"I hope so," Kenan said, his voice filled with warmth. "I want to share all my favorite places with you."

As the day drew to a close, we found ourselves back at the town square, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. Kenan pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. "Thank you for spending the day with me here. It means a lot."

"Jeg elsker dig," I whispered,"Thank you for sharing this with me."

"Ben de seni seviyorum," he replied softly, leaning down to kiss me. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, lost in a moment of pure happiness.

As we walked back hand in hand, the lights of Regensburg twinkling around us, I knew that this day, filled with playful banter, shared memories, and tender moments, was one I would cherish forever.

[whitefireprincess]

Turkish Delight Cookie Pie | O'Connell's Bakery