Simit is a circle of bread coated in pekmez and sesame seeds, baked until crisp and golden—it is not a bagel because it is not boiled, nor is it so heavy and doughy. A bagel is a separate soul. Every morning, I shape the dough with these hands, and the smell that fills my courtyard is of toasted sesame and molasses, not of a New York deli. You see, my simit is a morning greeting to the neighbourhood, shared from a basket lined with cloth, not something you slice and smear with cream cheese.
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