How many civilizations can one land feed through? With all its generosity, without being defeated by time… Doesn’t a wealth that extends the value under the soil to the sky deserve to be noticed? These lands have never turned their backs on those who worked for them. Mardin, which emerged from the beginning of history in the northernmost part of the Fertile Crescent… And the majestic Plain of Mesopotamia. While bringing the green of the earth together with the blue of the sky, it brings goodness to the tables with its ears of corn springing from its soil and its modest ears that bow when it is full. It was obtained from wheat from the harvests gathered with a thousand and one labor; boiled, broken, quarried, washed and presented to the sun on adobe roofs. Some were forged in stone mills. Time has changed and the way of wheat has fallen to modern facilities, but still, this legacy left to man has never changed.
These wheats turned into various types of bulgur. Easy to speak; Almost 10 thousand years have passed since the wheat seeds fell into the ground. While the sun was waiting for the ears to sprout at the top, the sweat of the farmers in Mardin watered the land. Each time, he set out on a journey carefully so that these efforts would not be wasted and they would come to the tables. He managed to remain as the oldest known friend at the table. More than one spoon dipped in a plate. He combined the past with the future, the spouse with the spouse, the friend with the friend at the tables. Bulgur has always been more than itself…