Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Eating Istanbul.


That's what I was planning to do - bit by delicious bit. I forgot about my sensory overload problem. Place me in a foreign country and my appetite promptly disappears. Like being in love... and there's that too. So I walk my walks and here and there I take a small bite. (Knowing that next week maybe, I will suffer huge regret.)


In a back alley off Istiklal this morning I spotted a tray of medlars, some of them perfectly bletted. The man watched me as I looked for the most shriveled and aromatic one - oozing a little sticky juice, and nodded his approval. I nipped it - like a vampire - and sucked the pulp from it. Heavenly apple sauce! He blew me a kiss as I walked off into the rain.


Lunch was half an aubergine roasted in a smoky wood oven. Lamb and pine nuts. To such bedlam! Some people have no manners...

3 comments:

Chris said...

:-)
:-)
:-)
!!!

xx

Marie said...

Ag shame! For the lack of appetite (but for the best reasons), and for knowing how to eat a medlar, and for the bedlam.

The Sourcerer said...

:-) back at ya big C.

it would have broken my heart if that cat was scrawny, but he was well padded. and good lungs