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Summer 2015

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Positive Photo Diary

Baby, Mommy, and Doggy

Marker Mayhem

Maybe coloring with markers isn’t an age appropriate activity for an 11 month old. It was an experiment that lasted nearly three minutes.  Willy Wonka’s room has plexiglass on the back of the door.  Before Willy Wonka it was used to keep our Boxer from destroying the door.  In the future it’s going to be wonderful for washable markers and toddler art.

Long Time Gone

I’ve been a bit of a Negative Nancy lately.  Being a SAHM (stay at home mom) and being a SAHM in Turkey is making me lose my mind! I’m feeling isolated and bored.  My good brain cells are fluttering away.  I can barely put a decent sentence together for my blog.  So yes, I’ve been a Debbie Downer.  Now it’s time to take my mother’s favorite advice and put it into action.  

In 8th grade, when I was sooooo depressed about being away from first boyfriend for the summer, Kay suggested I find 5 positive things about my day and write them down. To this day, when I start whining about my life she says, “Ann write down your positive things.” I’ve decided to kick Kay’s idea up a notch.   It’s going to be my positive photo diary.  Simply, I’m going to take pictures of things that make me happy throughout the day.  Now I just wish I could get a picture of my neighbor who always wears the most amazing wolf jacket.  It’s like something you’d see in Montana.  I’ve never seen another Turk with anything like it!  

Here are my entries in my Positive Photo Diary for today:

Vibrant Orange Flowers

Beautiful flowers in our garden

Giant flags blowing in the wind

The Barbun Challenge

Over my years in Istanbul I’ve fallen in love with balik (fish) restaurants.  Ask anyone what goes with balik and you’ll hear the word raki; the delicious national drink of Turkey.  I had to break-up with raki while I was pregnant but one week ago we met again. I missed raki and I think raki missed me too. It’s said two people strangers are no longer after a glass or two, or three of raki.

On Friday we went to my favorite area for fish; the Besiktas Balik Pazari.  Fish restaurants surround a small bazar where you can find fresh fish and produce.  It’s one of those places in the movies where two people fall in love.  Yes it’s that picturesque!

Credit: The Guide Istanbul

Here are the steps to a successful evening at a fish restaurant:

1) Sit down and order your preferred bottle of raki.  One large bottle for four people should be sufficient.

2) Select your cold mezes (small plates) I suggest a variety: eggplant, marinated sea bass, octopus salad, a yogurt dip, rice stuffed clams, spicy tomato salsa, ect.

3) Start drinking your raki!!!!!

4) After stuffing yourself with cold mezes, order your hot mezes.  I enjoy calamari or prawns in butter.

5) Drink raki while you contemplate if you’ve left enough room for the fish course.

6) Order your fish.  By this time I’m usually stuffed full of bread and raki, and in a near meze coma we order fish for the table.  My favorite is sea bass, but red mullet (barbun) is starting to grow on me.

Hey there little fish

Barbun is a small fish.  They are fried and served WHOLE.  There is nothing like your food staring you in the eye.   My one challenge is getting the yummy meat from the barbun without getting bones or head.  As a novice I’d use my fork and knife  ended up with a pea sized amount of meat on my fork.  Last Friday I finally mastered the most effective way to eat barbun.  I’ll use my video and not my words to explain it all!

Happy 7 Months!

Time is flying by because my little Willy Wonka is 7 months already.

Turkish Football: A Small Rant

Imagine if the NFL was dominated by just three teams.  And if one of those three teams won the Super Bowl every year.  You’d just ask yourself, “Will it be the Packers, the Cowboys, or the Patriots?”  How boring!  Well this is the unfortunate situation in Turkish football.  Galatasaray, Fenerbahce, and Besiktas are the three powerhouses.  Since 1957 one of these three teams has won the title of champion 87.5% of the time (yep I did the math).  The only other two teams to claim the title are Trabzonspor (8x)  and Bursaspor (1x).  ONLY TWO!

Even with this dominating trio, there remains much passion for Turkish football. Fans in sections of the stadium don’t rest for a breath between chants.  An empty section must be left between the home and away fans to keep fans from fighting.  I once witnessed fans destorying their own statium, yep the crazies were ripping out the seats, because their team underperformed.  I’m provinding the link to a fascinating article from The New Yorker, titled “Life Among Turkey’s Soccer Fanatics.” Sadly you can’t read the article in its’ entirety but here is a link with more information.

At one time I donned a yellow and blue jersery in support of Fenerbahce.   With recent changes in my husband’s work I’ve found myself loving an underdog team.  Who isn’t an underdog when you’ve got less than a 13% chance of becoming champion?  My new team is Kasimpasa.  This year it went from a second division team to a first division team, SuperLig.  At this time  the team is in 5th place out of 18 teams in the SuperLig.

Kasimpasa: First Goal Celebration (husband on the right)

Second Goal Celebration

On Friday KP played the league leader, Galatasaray.  I left Willy Wonka with my MIL and headed to Kasimpasa for the match.  I was fully prepared for a nice ass kicking from GS.  I just hoped KP could score a goal (goodness I sound like an awful fan). The gods laughed at my pesimism and KP won the match.  It was thrilling so see GS fans handed a big dose of reality. Yes, come back to earth GS because you arent the sole star in the sky.  After the match I wanted to shout “haha suckers” but sadly I have yet to learn this phrase in Turkish.

2-1 KP Wins

Although KP played an outstanding match the football commentators spoke mostly of GS faults rather than KP successes.  Again the focus stayed on the top three teams.  One newspaper went as far as to call it an “embarassing loss for Galatasaray.” Really? Embarrassing?  Are the other 15 teams just around as mice for the big cats to play with until the top three can meet each other for one large cat fight?  Wow… I’m starting to sound like I care about football. I’ve even started calling it “football.”  What has happened to me?

Father and Son

Oz has a job that never stops, but for the first time in months he had a weekend “off.” Willy Wonka enjoyed his Baba