Saturday, December 20, 2008

Back in Amerika...

Note about the above spelling: In Turkish the "c" is a "j" sound so they add a "k" to America's spelling instead. I previously always referred to my country as USA or "the States" but Turks refer to it as Amerika and I do as well when in Turkey but now I am back in The United States of America...


















Minnesota actually, The Land of Ten Thousand Lakes where the temperature is curently 12 degrees Farenheit which equals -11 degrees Celcius. Yes it is Chilly in the great north but I have been dreaming of a white Christmas, actually a Christmas at all. I became elated while washing my hands in the bathroom of one of the many airports during my long journey back to hear some Christmas carols. Again, Turks are mainly Muslim so Christmas is very minimally celebrated. Some celebrate Baba Noel(Father Christmas) and have a little plastic tree with lights but here in Minnesota we are fortunate to have a plethora of fresh pines to choose from for this grand tradition of The Christmas Tree.


















This one is Sixteen feet which is 4.88 meters. It is our own family tradition to get one as tall as our vaulted ceiling will let us. We will decorate it today as the family collects and decorate while listening to Frank Sinatra sing Christmas songs.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

home for the holidays...


















I am sitting at the airport getting ready to board my first of three flights to get back to Minnesota for Christmas, unfortunately with out my husband who I will miss terribly. But this is the life of loving a foreigner and my family, some time apart. We took Tequila to the dog school/doggie hotel. She threw up two times in the car since we had to travel two hours, poor thing. Caglar's auntie Nejla came along. I adore her she is so funny. She is scared of getting some disease from dog or cat hair so she rode with a napkin over her mouth the whole time, talking through it. I guess it doesn't sound as funny as it was but she is a doll. The school has a good reputation and having a puppy is almost as much work as a kid.(Note: Please only buy a dog if you realize how much work, time and responsibility it takes and are up for the challenge, or else it just isn't fair to the animal.) Birsen can't do it by herself while looking after Baran and Ali since I am in USA for a month and Caglar Eskisehir. I am flying out of Izmir and saw my first glimpses of Christmas decorations. We went to buy some decor for the cafe from the boxes of cheap plastic decorations seen above, oh all the plastic. See some of you soon!

Side note: I am so excited to not smell lamb cooking...blah and barf! Birsen is so sick of cooking it also! Baked lamb's neck, boiled lamb with potatoes, lamb with spaghetti, (I could probably go off like the shrimp guy in Forest Gump...but just don't have the passion he had). Anyways I have been eating broccoli and peanut butter bread for days since I really do not like the smell or taste of lamb, I try to really but blah! I am excited for some pork though.(For those that don't know Turkey is a predominately Muslim country and Muslims don't eat pork.)

Monday, December 8, 2008

Kurban bayram- The Feast of the Sacrifice

WARNING- Some of the photos are graphic and I am going to go into detailed descriptions...














It started out a beautiful holiday morning. The sun was shining, the family was collected and we had a big Turkish breakfast together with the add of some American pancakes. But the little sheep were standing outside the window waiting...and we were waiting for the butchers to come over. They had three houses to visit before ours. My Turkish family isn't very religious. They don't visit the mosque or pray five times a day but like many Americans are with Christmas it is tradition. It has become a secular holiday as well as religious for some. It is a time for families to come together.


















The butchers came and the first sheep to be sacrificed was for Baran from his father. They hog tied the sheep's legs together and laid it on it's side. There has been a hole dug next to it's head for when the throat is slit the blood will pour into the hole and can be covered later to prevent other animals from getting into the blood. The main butcher tried to calm the frightened animal by stroking it gently while another man recites a prayer in Arabic. The man recites and Baran repeats while being next to the sheep. Basically they ask if the want to give this sheep to god in the name of Baran. I was actually surprised by how short the prayers were. Then the butcher slits the animals throat. Most people look away. Even though most Turks have participated in this holiday every year of their lives it is still hard to watch. The sound is what was worse for me...the blood sputtering from the esophagus...blah! It is so disgusting yet so interesting as they started carving the layers and organs of this sacrificed animal.


















Being an American of my generation from the city(or suburbs) I think we are quite disconnected from the meat preparation process. We want white meat chicken breasts with all the skin and fat cut off...nice and clean. I have cleaned fish and yes my uncles shoot deer and things but I haven't witnessed the whole process of carving an animal from start to finish before. Jeez, it is a lot of work! I kept thinking of Luther von Hagen's Body Worlds exhibits. Anyways, after the animal stops twitching(blah!) the butcher cut around its hooves. Then they literally used an air pump placed in between the skin and body to pump the sheep up like a balloon and make it easier to remove the skin from the body. The above image is all pumped up.


















The head and feet were discarded for now. You have to bury the parts you don't use or else the dogs and cats will get at them. Part of this festival is to share the meat with your neighbors and people less fortunate than you. And almost everyone wanted to use use all the parts. Some neighbor ladies came and took the heads for some dish. And for days after the festival we would see happy dogs running around with feet, tails or parts of heads in their mouths.


















This one is pretty intense. They took off the wool and skin. You can sell them later to make what you will, shoes, jackets??? Another blog entry perhaps.


















Then it is time to carve the meat up. Everything is used, heart, liver, and especially the intestines are a popular dish in Turkey, Kokorec(sounds like kokorech). The intestines are thoroughly cleaned then wound around a shish stick and slow roasted. Add a little cumin and many(not me though) are loving it. It was so disgusting and yet so interesting to see him take it apart organ by organ, science project. The were professional butchers, very precise. But some butchers were not so professional and lead to many hospital visits this year...read more about the holiday here.


















So all of this is done outside which is nice since the weather in Didim has been great. After the animal has perished it is hung on a tree to do the cutting. I mentioned in an earlier post that this carving outside is a problem in big cites so they have to designate certain areas for the mass slaughter. The organs were neatly separated on platters outside, the organs, the fat, the meat. It is a lot of work to cut up a whole animal. We kept joking that this was the work holiday not a relaxing holiday. I've made thanksgiving dinner several years in a row and that is a lot of work too but...different work and you can drink wine while doing it. Anyways after the butchers left we as a family had to divide up and store the rest. The thought of the people we needed to share the meat with but then the rest had to be refrigerated. Interesting to think about the pre-refridgeration age.


















I kinda hit a wall as far as what to help with next. Not because I was so grossed out but because I was a little overwhelmed by all the meat and where to cut. But everyone just worked together to get it all cut up and stored. And then of course we had to cook some for eating.


















They made a little fire in the yard and first cooked some of the fat down to liquid. then added small pieces of the meat. Normally Birsen cooks it inside but this year caglar did it outside in the fresh air. I really try to like lamb but I just can't. I tried it but lamb just has this certain smell and taste I can't get past and I usually like everything. Caglar's first time cooking this meat and it was pretty over cooked but it was eaten with lots of cumin, fresh white bread and tomatoes(I stuck with the delicious white cheese). Eaten outside in the sun together after a long day of cutting.

Here is the video of Ali's sheep. He has been so sick for months. This sheep was to thank god that their husband, father, grandfather is still alive and doing well. This is a really intense video but I am cutting it just before the actual cutting for respect for Ali. I respect that this ritual has been repeated for years but it is hard to watch. It makes me really want to understand where my meat is coming from. Also made me more aware of my own organs and to stay healthy. One of the sheep was really fatty but they had really clean lungs, nonsmoking sheep. It is another holiday for family to get together and be thankful.

 
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Sunday, December 7, 2008

Animal Pazar














The day before the Kurban Bayram/Feast of the Great Sacrifice started we had to look for our "sacrifice" animals. We went to two local farms but they were sold out so we ended up heading to the hayvan pazar/ animal pazar. Which is basically an area that turns into a mini stock yard with temporary stalls made by the individual vendors. This is a deep rooted tradition of haggling over the animals whether it be cows, sheep or goats.


















There were many different breeds of sheeps and goats(I was surprised to see so many goats actually). One sheep goes from around 300-500YTL(around $200-$350). One cow can be up to around 3,000YTL and sometimes several families cooperatively buy one unless you can buy one yourself of course. Most buy male animals although the females are cheaper.


















Here is Caglar haggling for our sheep, one for Baran the nephew from his father and one for Ali's health. To thank god for him to still be alive, it really is a miracle.


















Sacrificing animals goes far back in human history that its beginnings are now unknown. This basis for the Sacrifice holiday among Jews, Christians, and Muslims is the story of Abraham. One day god asked him, to test his faith, to sacrifice what was dearest to him and that was his son, Isaac. But just as Abraham was about to slit the boy's throat, an angel appeared and pointed out that there was a ram caught in a nearby bush; it was to be sacrificed instead. And it was. The supposed lesson learned is trust in god and accept what he deals out to you even though it may be the worst thing you can think of.(these facts were taken from the Hurriyet Daily News) hmmmmmm...


















After several pokes and prods of the sheep, feeling for meatiness. You don't want your sheep too thin or too fatty, just nice juicy meat...blah!!!! They are spray painted with a number or your name if you can't take them just then. Some people shoved the tied sheep in their cars or hired trucks to transport the livestock for this ritual takes place in the garden of your house. Except in recent years there have been several restrictions but on the festival especially for the big cities. The sheep herders can no longer herd through the neighborhood and slaughtering can only be done at designated areas. But we live in the country with lots of space so...

Click HERE for some interesting pictures of Muslims preparing for the festival around the world


















We also had to get the knives sharpened in preparation for tomorrow's festivities. He set up a little stand on the street charging 2 YTL per knife.


















So these are the two sheep we ended up with. A man delivered them at night with his tractor. We didn't have time to get too attatched. But Caglar told me stories about when him and his friend's were little. As Kids they would have the sheep for days and walk them around the neighboorhood together. They got attatched. Sometimes they would fight them too since they are rams. I laugh everytime I think of my husband as an adorable child(seen photos) walking his sheep around the neighboorhood with his friends and their sheep. And then tomorrow is hard...

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Zeytin yag=olive oil


















Together we picked 37.2 kilos(about 82 pounds) of olives. This is not counting the olives we have at the house that are curing to eat.














We took them to a local olive oil processing plant named Array zeytinyag fabrikisi and traded our olives for 6 liters of oil. Our olives only equaled 5 liters so we payed 10 YTL for the extra liter. Here is Birsen with the owners/workers of the plant. They were nice men and eager to give us a full tour of the plant once they found out I am from the USA. They are eager to do buisness and I said I would check back after talking to Caglar...maybe??????














Here is Birsen inside the factory. The big machine behind her is the first in the process to take the oil from the olive.


















This is a portrait of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk the founder of modern Turkey. His portrait is hanging in every building in Turkey. These are also different awards and organic certificates the owner wanted me to see for our future "business venture".


















We tasted two different oils. I think it was the acidity level that was different, one a 3 and one 0. The 0 was much smoother, less tart and we took 6 liters of that.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Are you a hot or cold person?














And I don't mean this temperature wise...I mean open, warm and friendly or closed, hard to get to know. One Turkish student I just met said he was in USA last summer, New York, Seattle and Alaska. He said that our country was beautiful but that the people were cold. This made me a little disappointed in the American public and a bit defensive i think because I also appreciate warm people and love my country. Of course things like this always depend on who you meet on your travels but... Turkish people always talk about if people are warm or cold. The general consensus, around Europe at least, seems to be countries that border the Mediterranean sea are warm, Spain, Italy, Turkey etc while the Scandinavian countries have a colder, less open approach to culture. Turkish people are also extremely hospitable and have more of a collective approach to life. The general response to me being an American is curiosity and as long as I don't like George Dubya Bush I am alright. Turkish people always have time to sit and drink tea together maybe while Americans are busy taking their coffee to go. Americans are all about independence and teaching you to do it your own sweet self. Which can leave people in their work dust and appear cold if they are not used to it. I miss American efficiency and creativity. Also I think America is such a melting pot of cultures that people get over looked. Foreigners aren't so different, by just being different so they aren't overly recognized or welcomed where as in Turkey I feel like you really stick out as a foreigner. Either way some where in the middle of the "give me it to go" efficiency and the sit and drink a million glasses of tea don't forget to be nice to strangers and chat it up a bit. Smile and be nice to your neighbors and visitors...

When they said Jesus could walk on water I think he was just at this salt lake. This is Salt Lake next to Cappadoccia towards the center of Turkey. We went here when I first came Turkey on a bus crammed with other exchange students, both hot and cold.

Monday, December 1, 2008

First of December...


















I can't really believe that it is December first 2008...almost 2009. Here is the view from the beach of the cafe. As you can see the weather is still quite(really) nice here. Everyone has been wondering how the cafe has been going...well. Pinar my sister in law is the manager. She has been running the show at the cafe while Caglar works his many other jobs. I have been filling in when needed but it is hard since my Turkish is still not perfect to be left by myself. During the winter time we have been relying on the university for buisness. Everyone keeps saying how the summer is going to be crazy busy because that is when all the tourists, Turkish and foreign are in the area. So for now it is a quiet opening and a good job for Pinar...

It is interesting living in a predominatly muslim country for many reasons but now I am thinking about Christmas. I went to Starbucks the other day in a different city, there isn't one in didim, and saw christmas decorations. I got so excited. In a way it is nice that when I go back to the States I will really enjoy the decorations and won't be burnt out from the holiday pressers of giving and shopping that is shoved in your face every year. I wish my husband could come though to understand the spirit of christmas; family time, the big Johnson family christmas tree, santa claus, christmas carols, mistletoe, etc...I have been teaching him christmas carols(he is so cute!). But there's always next year and who knows he is full of surprises! My nephew and I were coloring last night. I was drawing him pictures of christmas time and he drew a wonderful snowman(karden adam)...It will be fun to play in the snow soon.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

lambs


















The neighboors sheep had twin lambs yesterday. Talk about cute tiny animals. They try to walk on their long legs and look so akward yet adorable.


















The pictures don't do them justice but they are adorable.














There are a few men that herd their sheep through our neighborhood. Caglar was talking to one yesterday and we might walk with him one day. I think my mother snapped this photo when my parents were visiting us. Thinking about sheep herding makes me want to reread "the Alchemist" by Paulo Coehlo. Currently I am reading "Silent Spring" by Rachel Carson. The world-famous bestseller about "man-made pollutants that threaten to destroy life on this earth." This book helped get DDT banned. This is an old book but I think still relevant to the times. I will comment more after I finish reading it. Also friends and family...when I come to MN in December please can we trade books!!!! I need English books for Turkey please!


















The Kurban Bayram, The Great Sacrifice holiday, starts December 8-11. Caglar informed me that most people buy male sheep for the festival. I think there are taboos about killing female sheep since they can be mothers but the female sheep are cheaper to buy. I am interested to find out more as the time closes in. We will probably buy two sheep, one for Ali's health(It is a miracle his cancer has shrunk) and one for the family in general. There was a suggestion to sacrifice one more for our new marriage but Caglar thinks we don't need three.

Also congrats to my little brother, L to the J and my friend, Maria on their engagement. If you were living in Turkey now we would probably buy a sheep for your prosperity also. Tebriklar- congratulations!!!!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving...


















I am thankful for so many things; my new husband, my new in-laws and their health. My own beautiful family, parents, siblings and extended family that have supported me throughout my whole life and especially these new transitional times. And I hope they feel my support through their tough times or new experinces. My homies that write me encouraging emails and make me feel like I am not a freak. That is just the beginning...I am not going to be eating Turkey this holiday in Turkey but I am still very thankful!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

harvesting...


















I have talked about before the community my in-laws have retired to. Where we are staying is mainly summer homes(cabins for my midwesterners). So we basically have the place to ourselves and this makes for great harvesting of the bounties around the area. Ali is still picking roses for his ladies everyday. He walks around the neighboorhood clipping every color of the rainbow roses. There are lemon trees, spicy pepper plants and now is olive time especially. We have picked many bussels of black olives for eating and some to have processed into oil. I love it...my in laws have the whole neighboorhood scoped out where the good this or that is growing.


















Tonight Ali and I sorted the good olives and the wormy ones. The bad ones can be processed into oil. The good ones are washed and placed in big containers between layers of course salt. The green ones from the previous post you change the water everyday but the black ones just get treated with the salt and after 15 or 20 days are ready to eat.


















The day was beautiful for harvesting. It had been raining the days before and there were big beautiful clouds in the sky. These trees are right on the sea. The rain had cleansed the air and the mountain across the sea was so clear. Also I had wonderful company.

































There was also a little shooting practice going on with the baby gun(mom and dad he-he) I mean bebe gun. Caglar is practicing for Minnesota. I tell him stories of all the hunting and fishing he can participate in there!(motivation!)


















Today Ali picked arugula from somewhere and yesterday he brought home some other leafy green. Birsen sauteed it up with a little onion and but some fried eggs on top. It was delicious and so very healthy! I like to think of my own grandma picking dandelion greens for dandelion salad.

I love it...I just went into the living room to see what everyone is doing and Ali and Birsen are sitting on the floor cleaning Ayva(a fruit) to make jam with.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Eline Saglik = health to your hands


















This is one of my favorite sayings in Turkish. There is a line over the g to make it soft g. This means "health to your hands". It is thanking the person for cooking something for you, making something for you, anything they did with their own two hands. I just like how it personalizes the thank you so much. You are really acknowledging that person's effort. We thanked our carpenter and his three boy's today for making Tequila's new dog house. Winter has come to Didim and brought the wind and rain. She needs a warm little spot.


Eline Saglik also reminds me also of Ben Harper's song, "My own two hands"

I can change the world
With my own two hands
Make a better place
With my own two hands
Make a kinder place
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands
I can make peace on earth
With my own two hands
I can clean up the earth
With my own two hands
I can reach out to you
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands

Im gonna make it a brighter place
Im gonna make it a safer place
Im gonna help the human race
With my own
With my own two hands

I can hold you
With my own two hands
I can comfort you
With my own two hands
But you got to use
Use your own two hands
Use your own
Use your own two hands

With our own
With our own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands

I think people forget that they can do things themselves sometimes. They look to the government or something else to fix, save, make their life or families lives better but there is a a lot one person or a group can do. Sometimes it can seem overwhelming to start because you do only have two hands.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Kas (Sounds like kaash)


















This is a beautiful city to the south. It is small and intimate city. This is where we were for our honeymoon and my b-day last June. We ended up camping seaside amongst the olive trees.


















We took a boat cruise around the Mediterranean. One of Caglar's dreams is to have a big sail boat one day...ok I can get into that dream! Anyone want a ride? Come visit us!!!!


















On the boat we went to a small village that is only accessible by boat. Caglar and I thought it was great...so quaint and beautiful. Caglar told a local woman how much we loved it...that it was like heaven...she replied something like "just try living here." Meaning it is not as idyllic as we would like to think. It is hard to make a living being reliant on the sail boats packed with tourists.


















The geranium beds over the water.














These determined villagers would actually row out to the big sail boats as we stopped for swims to try to sell us their hand crocheted headscarves and jewelry. Some with children in tow.














MAVI means blue in Turkish














Yeah Ruins!(Als that one was for you...think Cozumel circa 1996? he-he) But this is Kekova Island. It was inhabited then sometimes around 100 AD(so long ago) There was a big earthquake but the ruins are still there. It is illegal to stop on the actual island so the tour boats just slowly pass by. Mom and dad...I think those are some pigeon holes on the wall there same as Capadoccia??














As we made our way back to Didim after our loverly honeymoon. We were driving on this road coming out of Fetihye and kept seeing these areas, not one but many with these strange stuffed sheep and camels all lined up in rows. Talk about a hard way to make a living. I really wondered who possibly bought these silly little animals but I had to give these men extra points for lining them up beautifully along the road. I wonder who the first man to think of this idea was and if the others just copied the first man or if they could possibly work together. It really was a bit strange but as Caglar says, "life in Turkey is hard." It is hard for many to find work. We stopped to pretend to take a photo of the view when in reality I wanted photos of these strange stuffed sheep.














I am glad we stopped because we did get some good photos!