A Month of Turkish Literature for Global Literature in Libraries

On a ferry between two continents

 is a great place to read

In the last two years, one of the most fun things I have done is get involved in the fledgling Global Literature in Libraries movement. Did you know that around 3% of what is published each year in English has been translated from another language? It astonished me to learn that English-language readers read so provincially (for comparison, in Turkey, 42-50% of everything that is published has been translated from another language).

What could the world be like if English-language readers read more globally? Would there be more empathy? Less fear? Would there be more collaboration on big global problems? Would there be more international business and international travel? It's fun to think about.

In August, I served as the Turkish Literature Month editor for the Global Literature in Libraries blog. See, I was still blogging! Just in a different place. It was so much fun working with over nineteen different contributers from around the world to showcase 50 different titles. Gosh, that was fun. Here's the summation post with links to all the blog posts about Turkish Literature. 

You can follow along and read around the world too by following @GlobalLitinLibs on Twitter

or 'Global Literature in Libraries Initiative' on Facebook.

An Istanbul Food Tour with Olga from 'Delicious Istanbul'

Olga and me

"I'll tell you a secret," my Russian friend Olga Tikhanova Irez said. My husband and I are moving from Istanbul." 

I was shocked. Olga had built a business known all over the world giving culinary walks in Istanbul. She had foodies beating a path to her door. The seats for her monthly breakfast cafes were so coveted, Istanbullians were lucky to get a spot. How could she give that up? 

"We purchased a place in Alaçatı, Turkey and we're going to create a restaurant there. I want to feature the food of our grandmothers," she added.

Alaçatı is a well-known resort area on Turkey's North Aegean coast where many Turks go to vacation. Every year it hosts the world wind-surfing championships because its bay has the perfect conditions for windsurfing.

I had been to Alaçatı and knew how fantastic its open-air produce market was, how the relaxed resort atmosphere would contribute to joyful gastronomy and a wonderful experience for her future diners. "I haven't announced it yet," she added. 

I was so grateful to know! I simply had to go on one of Olga's culinary walks before she left Istanbul and began her new life. I immediately cleared the next day of any other activities. This was an Istanbul experience on my bucket list that I simply could not miss.

"Try not to eat before you come. Come hungry." Olga advised with understatement.

"Let's take a group photo

while we're all still skinny!"

My fellow foodies on the walk were two couples from Hong Kong, fast friends for twenty years, who had travelled the world together. They were in town for a medical convention where the two doctors would be presenting. The couples' warm friendship and enthusiasm for life added to the joy of the day. 

Three different kinds of menemen,

wonderful Turkish comfort food.

We started at the dock in Kadiköy, a beautiful neighborhood for culinary exploration because so much of what makes Istanbul famous for Turkish food is all available within a couple blocks. Our first stop was a breakfast featuring two Turkish classics: menemen and Turkish tea.

Olga knows her menemen; her own recipe for the dish had been featured in the Guardian. So if she said "this is the place where you should come for menemen," I knew it had to be incredibly special. To preserve her 'secrets' I won't show you the names of any of the places she took us.

A beautiful Turkish tradition:

soldiers write notes on napkins here

and pin them to the wall,

as they come to eat

one last menemen

before leaving for their service,

or return for one

in celebration

 of surviving it!

I loved the pride of these men -

all proud menemenciler!

Fıstıklı dürüm.

Dürüm is a Turkish word

used to describe

anything rolled,

making this

rolled-pistachio baklava.

Next up was a specialty of Gaziantep, Turkey, baklava. Gaziantep is famous as the culinary capital of Turkey. The number one thing to eat there, on a very long list of gastronomic treasures, is baklava. I had never tried fıstıklı dürüm baklava before this day. It has become my new dessert obsession.

How good is this baklava? Just to learn about this one particular type of baklava would be enough of a culinary education to make the whole day a success. I love it that much. Yet, we were just getting started!

The walnut-based baklava in back

is topped with kaymak,

a very fragile Turkish

clotted cream

that can make one swoon.

Kaymak,

a pillow of extraordinary excellence,

must be eaten

the day it is made.

There are no words.

The taste! The perfection!

The tradition!

I love all of the imagination

Turks bring to making nuts sing

in their desserts.

 And then they add: kaymak!

People travel

from all over the world

to eat this.

The green baklava

is fıstıklı ezme.

Think of it as pistachio marzipan.

Isn't that a brilliant idea?

Pistachio marzipan?

It is every bit as fantastic as it looks.

What brilliant imagination!

The other baklava

features a bit of crunch

paired with the pistachio goodness.

As global as

Western markets have become,

there are still

many, many produce surprises

to discover via travel.

Here are three offerings

I had never seen
until moving to Turkey.

I love the mystery of them.

What does one do with them?

We passed many mysteries

as we walked around

Kadiköy's open-air market.

Olga would

patiently explain each one.

Next up, was one of the most beautiful of Turkish food ideas:
mezes. Mezes are usually the appetizer to a meal and Turks have hundreds and hundreds of different recipes for them.

The meze tradition is to offer a little taste of this and a little taste of that. I have always thought it was the perfect way to acclimatize children to more sophisticated tastes. "Just try a bite," I can imagine Turkish parents saying.

We popped into one of my favorite spots in the open-air market of Kadiköy, a great gastronimical shop showcasing tantalizing mezes and superb regional food products.

Olga had her favorites

she wanted us to taste.

There were so many choices!

Olga assembled a

model meze masterpiece.

Most of these mezes

are vegetable-based.

You can't go wrong

they are so delicious and healthy.

I love the taste combinations

new to my American palate

like the carrot and eggplant meze

right in the middle of the plate.

I've gone back for it again and again.

If I could popularize

one vegetable

back home in America

it would be eggplant.

I never grow tired

of all the different ways

Turkish cooks use it.

It's fantastic!

If you had told me that,

I would never have believed it

because I really

hadn't experienced it before.

The meat on the left is pastirma,

a specialty of Kayseri, Turkey.

I lived in Turkey a year before

I had the guts to try it.

It seemed so different:

dried meat with a paste around it?

How could that be good?

Sounds like something

mountain men

would pack in a duffle.

Then I had pastirma in menemen.

Wow. I'm hooked. 

On the right
a meatball new to me
that was a more subtle

taste sensation.

The mezeci loved giving

Olga a hard time

as they posed for photos.

All kinds of Turkish cheeses

vacuum-packed

to take home to Asia.

Next stop: a UNESCO

"intangible cultural heritage"

'Turkish kitchen' isn't just about the food. Yes, the food is fabulous. 'Turkish kitchen' is also about the rituals that go with each different food. Our next stop was to try a Turkish ritual so globally cherished UNESCO has labeled it "an intangible cultural heritage."

Around the corner

from our meze shop

was one of Istanbul's

most beloved Turkish coffeeshops.

It was the perfect spot

to wind down

from an exciting morning

before venturing out

for more discovery.

Each Turkish coffee

is accompanied by a

glass of water

and a single bite

of sweetness.

See the lokum?

In English,

it's known as 'Turkish Delight.'

Turkish coffee is exquisitely satisfying. The first steaming hot sip of the foamy concoction sends a signal to all nerve endings: slow down, enjoy, relax.

Me telling fortunes

Photo by Olga

Each sip is savored as simply as the conversation and fortune telling that ensue when the cup of coffee is finished. The cup is turned over and the pattern of the coffee grounds fortell one's future as a friend 'reads' the inside of the cup.

The ritual of it all is enough to make an overseas Turk cry out with homesickness at a mere photograph of Turkish food rituals.

 

Pickled cabbage

There were more specialty food stores to explore after our coffee. We were off to the pickle place next. It seems everything can be pickled!

Olga offered us

a cool refreshing glass

of pickle juice.

She also offered us

fresh turnip juice

called şalgam.

Don't turn it down

because it sounds odd.

It's fantastic,

especially when paired

with the

specialty meat kebabs

from the cities

out East.

Şalgam is zingy, fresh, delicious!

All of these

fresh regional food products

can be vaccum-packed

to take home in one's suitcase.

You didn't think

we would go through an

Istanbul culinary adventure

without fish, did you?

This gorgeous plate

of fried hamsi

is from the Black Sea.

The Black Sea

has its own special culture

and hamsi (fried anchovies)

makes a Black Sea Turk

puff up with pride.

Bet you can't eat just one.

I forgot the name

of this spicy chicken dish

but it was tender and juicy

and yummy over rice.

After our lunch

of fish and chicken

Olga had one last

open-air

produce market

she wanted to show us.

It was huge,

stretching for several blocks.

We walked through it all,

pausing here and there

to explain

produce new to us. 

They taste as wonderful
as they look -

Çanakkale tomatoes.

Why can't we have
tomatoes like this

back home?

Skinny green peppers

are the Turks' favorite;

They are frequently grilled

and served with kebab.

Even before I went on

this food walk

with Olga,

I think of her whenever

I see beautiful market greens.

She knows exactly

what to do with them.

Foraging for nettles

and spring greens

is a beautiful Russian

childhood tradition.

These flat beans

which I've never seen

for sale in America,

make a delicious cold salad

called Ayşe Kadin Fasulye

(the woman Ayse's beans).

Plan on buying a lot?

Porters will carry

all of it for you

as you make

your selections.

I was so grateful to experience 'Olga's Istanbul' before she moved.
I can't wait to follow her restaurant adventure. You can follow her restaurant adventure too via her blog, Delicious Istanbul, or make reservations directly at the Babushka Alaçatı website.


If you enjoyed this post, you may enjoy these other foodie posts about Istanbul:

Enjoying Olga's #Istanbulbreakfastclub

The Days of Wine and Roses and Tulips: Wine Tasting at the Four Seasons Sultanahmet

Dinner on the Bosphorus at the Çırağan Palace Kempinski's Bosphorus Grill

Afternoon Tea and Pastry with Guest Chef Yann Duytsche in the Gazebo Lounge at Çırağan Palace Kempinski

"Midnight at the Pera Palace Hotel" with the Global Minds Book Club

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My Jubilant American Summer, Part One

Loving Life in Chicago

Summer of 2014

This summer I spent two-and-a-half months back in America. It was the longest I'd been home since becoming an expat six years earlier. It was fantastic to spend quality time with my family.

We called this

"Take-Your-Mother-to-Work-Day."

Since my youngest daughter had an internship in Chicago for the summer, I decided to make the city of Chicago my base. Chicago is so spectacular, so joyfully sublime, so wonderfully world-class, I was just pinching myself every day there.

My new Brazilian friend,

Isabela, from Sao Paulo,

whom I met in Chicago.

We explored the Magritte show

at the Art Institute together.

I have been to Chicago many times. My daughter had to work most days, so my friend, Isabela, and I bought City Passes (a packet full of coupons to get into all the top museums at a discount - a great value that I highly recommend) and thus I started on a summer of experiencing every single main attraction as it if was new to me.

It was scary to stand

 in these glass boxes.

The attractions were new too! Every main attraction had added something new to bring people back. For example, the Sear's "Willis" Tower, now has those glass boxes where you go out and stand on glass 100 floors up (that's a lot harder to do than it looks without freaking out, especially given that one of them had developed cracks the week before).

Magritte says "this is not a pipe."

It is, after all,

just a picture of a pipe.

The Art Institute had an amazing Magritte show, his first comprehensive retrospective in 65 years. 

I went to the Field Museum to see the show on the World's Fair, but was blown away instead by the exhibit they had created on bio-mechanics, easily the finest science exhibition I have seen in five years.

I literally paused in reverence

in front of this fantastic

American art form,

the root beer float,

created at the Museum of Science and Industry's

old-fashioned ice cream parlor. 

And then I ate it!

 At the Shedd Aquarium

(the largest and oldest aquarium

in the Western Hemisphere)

there was an exhibit where you

could touch sting-rays.

How cool is that?!?

 The Adler Planetarium
had state-of-the-art
shows about the cosmos,
but I found myself responding
to the original fixtures,
including these fabulous
art deco iconic representations
original to the building.

I was fascinated by this
old-time, low-cost
mechanical way of teaching people
about the night sky in their own city
at the Planetarium.
A box car of visitors
goes into the sphere
with a guide
who points out the constellations
made by the pinpricks of light
that have been punched into
the sphere.
They show up perfectly in the dark.
This contraption is 100 years old!
It's still going strong.

Look, World!

This is the planet's largest

public library building.

I can't even fit it into one photo.

Who built it?

My people, Midwesterners!

The exquisite Winter Garden

on the top floor of

Chicago Public Library.

Boo-yah!

This is the greatness of my country.

We are a marketplace of ideas

where the people themselves

are entrusted to evaluate them.

I was grateful to see

Senator William Fulbright's

words on the walls

at Chicago Public Library.

I fear his wisdom is being forgotten

since the Fulbright program

is experiencing

30% reductions in funding.

Before becoming an expat

I wouldn't have noticed

or understood how wonderful it is

that this spectacular Chicago synagogue

doesn't require 24/7 police protection.

That is not true
everywhere in the world.

May it ever be so in my country.

While in Chicago,
I watched a Palestinian protest
about Gaza
go through the streets
of Chicago.
I was struck by how the police
led and followed the demonstration
protecting the people demonstrating.
After watching Turkey's
best-educated youth
tear gassed all year
for wanting
to protect
Taksim Square's Gezi Park,
I was so grateful watching how this
Chicago protest was handled.
When I stepped up to
the police officer to say thanks,
he said,
"we are all about the first Amendment
and the exercise of free speech in Chicago."
I immediately teared up.
I was so damn grateful
for this attitude.

Being an expat makes

my gratitude

for America's

accomplishments even greater.

Rotary International started in Chicago.
I've been in four different Rotary Clubs
across America.
If you're a Rotarian,
I'd just like to say "thank you,"
for all that
you've done to help end polio.
If you're not familiar with Rotary,
let me tell you.
Each Rotarian, around the world,
doing their small part,
has collaborated to eliminate polio worldwide.
Rotarians are almost done,
 since there
are usually less than
5,000 cases a year globally.
Know a Rotarian? Thank them.
Don't know what polio is?
Thank them again!

This is Jenn and Alex,

my very first AirBnB hosts.

Jenn and Alex

were fantastic to stay with

while I was in Chicago.

This is the typical Chicago beach

two blocks from their house.

They taught me about Uber too

while I was there.

Plotting my explorations of Chicago

in Grant Park.

In Part Two of

"My Jubilant American Summer"

I'll share my very favorite thing

I was able to experience in Chicago

for the first time.

First and last photos

courtesy of Chicago photographer

Peter Yankala