Börek… An immigrant classic mez A constant taste of the Turkish palate… A love and love for the grandchildren when they smoke in front of children… Children of families from Macedonia would run to the nearest bakery in the 1930s on Sunday morning with trays in their hands. The baker would bake the pastry, the number on the greaseproof paper would disappear, the children would scatter their homes with the wrong trays. Mothers and grandmothers would understand who made the pastry from the dough and send the trays to the right house. The dough that was opened was aunt's signature, kissing every hand. We, as Rumeli Börekçisi, started our activity in 2002 to keep the taste of the aunts touching the dough.
