On the Tiles

Not really DelftWith the fresh energy I seem to be getting  (Thanks, Vedolizumab!) I finished my little project of portraits of my family on ‘Delft tiles’. Not really tiles at all, of course. These are 15cm blocks of pine on which I have painted a square of gesso and then had at it with the blue acrylics. No-one would suppose that these are actual tiles in wooden frames, but they sort of harmonise with the real ones in the kitchen.

They are actually a bit inconsistent in terms of time. The one of Elizabeth (bottom left) is based on a photograph from a few years ago. whereas my one is me after shaving off the Corona ‘stache at the beginning of September.

Pide…?

This is meant to be the kind of bread you get cut into strips at Tas restaurants. It ought to be a plait, but that has sort of disappeared in the baking. I think it’s called ‘pide’ (‘peeday’), but I know nothing about Turkish food and might be completely wrong. My impression is that that word really just means ‘bread’, but has recently been used for a kind of Turkish pizza or pissaladiere; bread with tomato and other things on top.

Anyway, whether it’s authentic and whatever it should be called it tastes good, and more or less how I hoped, so I’m scoring that as a success.