Kolonya

Afiyet Olsen this is the Turkish way to say bon appetit. Enjoy your meal. After every meal you go up to the cashier to pay. Someone is there ready and willing to pour you Kolonya. It is lemon flavored rubbing alcohol that they slather over the hands. I guess it is supposed to clean your hands? Kill the germs? Leave you with a fresh after dinner feeling? Blah...I think it smells like a cleaning products not the sweet perfum that Turks take it for. They even do it when you travel on the bus. The pre-snack ritual I guess because you can't wash your hands. It makes me chuckle. They always look to me strangly when I refuse this after dinner ritual. One more thing...the interesting after dinner breath freshener is a clove. Quite nice.

Delighfully Tacky...

Satins, ribbons, fake flowers, plastic figurines, Gaudy colors...It's great there is even candy inside.


















Glitter, gauze, shiny wrapping papers, mothballs for the sink,


















doilies, kitschy, fake matching flowers, plastic lace borders, gaudy, ornate, beaded, mirrored, polyester, garish, chintzy but delightful.

Reduce? Reuse? Recycle?

Growing up in Minnesota there were four garbages at my house, one normal garbage, one for paper product recycling, another for cans and glass, and another one(implemented recently) for organics-composting. The city comes by once a week or every other week and picks up the trash on certain days. Oh yeah there's also a bag O' plastic bags to take to the grocery store for recycling. This has made me very aware of what products are made of, think. I have carried this with me through life. I was always the psycho roommate yelling to recycle and digging things out of the trash. "Read the bottom it is a number 5 plastic not a number 1 or 2." It seems so simple when you have a few bins in front of you to take 1 extra second to think where to place it. Where it goes after that is another question? My point is that it becomes habit. If the system is there and there is education about it's importance people should conform.














Back to Turkey...The garbage system is this. You fill up a plastic bag from the market(little reusing?) with all your trash. There is no separating. You throw it on the side of the street but only at night. It is rare that there are dumpsters as in the above photo. The city truck comes around every night of the week collecting. The recycling program consists of poor people from the village with their horse and buggies(literally above) sorting through the trash taking what glass and metal they can. Then selling it? Where? Maybe with past generations the Turks consumptions levels were low. Now with all these new malls and packaged foods/products modern Turkey needs to make a change. How? I don't think the environment is high on the list right now. Different battles waging.

A dear friend came to visit me in Istanbul last March. We picked her up from the airport, 5 of us crammed into the car plus her three large luggages. A different friend in the front seat had a big box of crap on his lap. We pull over on the side of the highway and they threw the big box out the window and off we went, our load slightly lighter. My dear friend, who knows me so well, just looks at me and says, "Aren't you going to freak out?" I normally would freak out about littering but didn't(I have also been known to go with the flow). She shocked me by calling me out...yeah why didn't I freak out? This is why I am back for round two of "The Turkey" with a less idyllic viewpoint. When I asked my boyfriend later about littering he would say, "We are Turks." I love them but there is a beautiful country here that is getting dirty!

Pazar-open air market

Once a week the vendors come and line certain streets with their fresh produce. They constantly say "Buyrun, Buyrun". Which basically means can I help you? Many of them offer similar products so it comes down to who has the best price, most beautiful display and loudest voice.














The produce is mainly grown in Turkey with a few exceptions these days(I've seen chiquita stickers).


















The pazar persists even in the winter. You can get a kilo of leeks for 1 lira...most things are priced around 1 lira up to about about 3 lira per kilo. Really inexpensive and fresh. You do have to watch out because you don't pick each item of produce yourself. You say how much you want and the vendor quickly scoops from his well placed pile and tosses it into the scale. The vendors meticulously place their veggies beautiful side up with all blemishes out of site especially for the yobangi(foreigner). But hey I just need to practice my Turkish while watching and learning from the older women on a mission loading their carts














Look at these big beautiful leeks. Turks will throw some salt on the end and eat them raw like a carrot. Actually they seem to throw salt on everything.


















Huge load of celery root. At the end of the day the vendors pack up to head back to their nearby village or maybe they will go to a different city for a next day pazar. After they go the street is littered with trash and vegetable peelings. The city comes by at night to clean up after them.














I love the pazar. Walking up and down the tight street looking at the goods and the people. I am proud that I feel comfortable going by myself...I have learned a few Turkish sayings "jarem kilo lutfen(half kilo please) or iki tane (two pieces). Here in Eskisehir some big news since I had been gone is the new mall. Don't get me wrong I like the selection at the Carrefour but with big shopping centers on the rise I appreciate the pazar even more.

sosis and hellim peynir

Hot dog and cheese sandwich. Why is it so good? Since being in Turkey I have eaten alot of processed meats and liked it? I never used to buy hot dogs or salami and now every week with my boyfriend. I made him this sandwich just now. Sosis and hellim peynir, what is it about someone making something for you that makes it that much better? Is it that you didn't have to go through the work? Is it that you know it was made from love? Is it that the person makes it just a little differently than you would? By the way this cheese is amazing too! You fry it in the pan so it is warm and so salty with this hard, rubbery texture. Made with love...that's the way I was taught.

Kahvalti (no dot on the i) is turkish breakfast

These are images from my favorite breakfast place in Eskisehir. It is this little hole in the wall, I don't even think it has a sign or even a name, but it is delicious. Turkish breakfast always includes tomatoes, cucumbers and olives. Things I would have considered for lunch or dinner before. Anyways, There is always these things drizzled with olive oil and maybe a little spice on top. This breakfast place has a cheese plate. Always white cheeses with a variety of textures and flavors. One of my very favorite dishes is bal kaymak. This deliciousness is fresh honey with thick sweet cream. Smeared together on bread is heavenly. Of course have some cay(tea) and a basket of bread with breakfast. Sometimes throw in an egg with some sausage or mennemen(scrambled eggs with tomatoes and peppers). Gozleme is wonderful also with melted cheese inside a thin crepe. Cok guzel!

Back in Turkey...

This little kitty had a great spot on the radiator of my new school. Instantly reminded me of my father and his love of sitting on the heat to think. I am back in Turkey enjoying warm arms and famous Turkish hospitality. Today was my first experience at the Hamam(Turkish baths). Very stupid of me to had not gone before. My new friend and I who doesn't really speak English nor I Turkish wound through the streets of the old part of town and came upon a small door. We entered, payed a little and exchanged our shoes for plastic sandals. Initially the large room is lined with lockers and old women(It is men one day and women the next, never mixed). I didn't know how to dress, swimsuit? undies? top or no top? I followed my friends lead and headed into the baths. Big white marble rooms with water basins scattered around with their own spouts of hot, hot water. You sit, take in the steam and pour buckets of hot water on yourself or maybe a friend. For about five dollars or so you can get a massage. You lie down on the marble slate while this woman ex foliates you with a loofah. She thoroughly scrubs you. It was great. There is also a hot, hot, hot pool. I could only managed to go partially in. It was interesting the mix of ages small girls to really old women. The daughters would scrub their old mothers. Seem healthy for the culture this mixing of generations, grooming each other. You see how bodies age over the years. I heard that mothers used to or maybe still do search for daughter in laws at the baths? good times back in turkey...