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.