What a day! Traveled to Turkey with the lıttle old man and found out that plan rides that last more than 10 hours are no fun at all! Especially on Turkish Airlınes, whıch makes their seats just the rıight size to hold a size 6 butt. No fun at all if you're carrying around a size 10 or 12! Ali (the little old man) became ıncreasingly aggıtated and I was afraid that he would refuse to board the plane in Chicago. After the first hour ın the air, he began asking how much longer. Every time a flight attendant walked by he would stop hım/her and ask, "Escuse me, how much time?" They were very patıent with him! At one point he turned to me and said, "This is terrible! It's driving me nuts! How are we going to do to go back?" This morning, at 4 a.m. he got up, took his suitcase, and headed for the door. He told his son he was going back to Fort Wayne. They spent over half an hour talking him out of it. It's going to be an interesting day!
The people I am staying with are very friendly! They have a small but very nice apartment. Last night they served somethıng called "manti" for supper. It was tiny dumplings stuffed with a meat filling then drizzled with a yogurt sauce, then olive oil and paprika and finally sprinkled with dried mint. Very tasty! After this first course, they served a breaded and fried meat and a salad. I went to bed with a happy tummy!.
(I'm typing on a turkish keyboard and many of the keys are in different places. It's driving me nuts!)
Today I'm headed out to see the great city of Istanbul!
You are darn lucky, my dear. And the old man looks like he is very comfy with you now! The food you described sounds (and looks) very much like something Zahira makes. Well, I hope to learn more from you now that I am finally taking advantage of your blog! Do you still have plans to visit Matta? If so, give her a hug for me. Hope you have fun and more fun........love you, Mom
ReplyDeletewell just so you know....you're not the ONLY one getting cultured! Accompanied by mom and Blake and Anthony, Todd and I took a little trip last night that led down many a back-wood roads and ended when we arrived at a long shack located in an empty field. We were directed to a parking spot by a man with a beard that made Kurtis Smith's facial hair look like a five o'clock shadow. We found ourselves in the midst of a small country community where plaid and john-deer-green seemed to be all the rage. No meat stuffed dumplings drizzled with yogurt there!! Instead, we feasted on potato salad and breaded fish, breaded chicken, breaded tenderlion and bread to the delightful sounds of shotgun fire going on out back! My only disapointment was that I had left my mouth harmonica at home :(
ReplyDeleteAnyway, ....envious of your travels! And Kelsie took all of my saffron with her when she moved out. Just thought you might like to know that.