This three-day break from work, study and the grey of everyday life is a national holiday in Turkey. Everyone has free time, everyone is having fun, everyone is enjoying it. Muslim or not, nobody regrets the sweetness. Sugar comes from all sides and on everything. The tables are dominated by sweet and dripping with fat, but oh-my-god how delicious cakes, sweeter than honey desserts, chocolates, candies and pastries in the form of topped croissants, donuts and extra sweet buns.

Theoretically, Şeker Bayramı is a symbolic comeback to normalcy, a regeneration of vitality after the monthly fast that has just ended. As a reminder - you cannot eat or drink in Ramadan from sunrise to sunset.

In practice, the Sugar Festival is simply a nice time when every believer and non-believer forgets about diets, about healthy eating, finds their inner child and... Sinks into the delight of sweetness on a plate, eats without regret, and the more the better, it is believed that the more sugar you consume during candy days, the more happiness, health, love and good luck you will have for the next year, and not eating a single treat is not welcome and doesn't bode well for a dieter.

Of course, this fortune-telling is only with a grain of salt, but as I would like to take a little more happiness under my wing, I took a short break from my strict diet and enjoyed a bit of baklava and sweet, still warm donuts. Ahhh... I prefer not to think what my scale will show when I stand on it 😅