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In ramadan, people fasted all day long and broke their fast at evening. In the morning, my granma prepared "keşkek"; tomato paste, wheat and stock, put it all in a clay pot called "caba". She'd take the caba's, hand me a bunch of firewood and we'd walk to the neighbors house. Everybody in the neighbourhood did this. They had a huge outdoor oven, everybody would bring firewood and their caba's. Then they'd put all of the cabas in the oven, fire it and let it cook, until it's evening, time to break the fast. The food would slowly cook in fire and when it's time to break the fast, the whole neighbourhood smelled like delicious keşkek. Then you'd go get your cabas from the neighbor, and there would be this thick crust on top. That was my favorite, and honestly I haven't had anything that smells or tastes that good. I'd wait for ramadan every year. Of course I wouldn't fast because I was just a kid