By Alicia Eler
From Star Tribune
Every time I’ve gone to Istanbul to visit family, I stuffed my face with spicy kofte kebab and other meaty dishes. One of my fondest food memories in Turkey happened when I was 11 and we were driving through the countryside, en route to my grandfather’s old flour factory with my entire extended family. We stopped to eat at a roadside restaurant where they ... killed a chicken and served it to us.
