This word mean too much to me. Before going to Istanbul my boyfriend (his mother is turkish ) talked me about that, and it seemed so good. When I arrived to Istanbul, everything was new to me. At breakfast, tomatoes and cucumbers were on the table, strange idea at the first time and then nice to eat. On the table there was this bread round I began to take a part, to smell it (sesame have a nice smell) and then eat a pièce. Il was so good, that I could eat it more and more.

Simit is really a symbol of Turkish food ! On street saler present it as a mountain of bread, that give the idea to eat more J