Guys! I left it on that silly punch post and weepy Regina Spektor and not much else, because I'm surrounded by business right now. A few weekends ago, I was so lucky to be a part of a truly beautiful wedding that took over the sweet old mining town of Bisbee, Arizona, then I baked two crazy awesome spiced honey bundts for Rosh Hashana that I'll want to share with you, and then Yom Kippur happened, which is kind of antithetical to food blogging by nature, no? And, yet there's still so much from Turkey! Aaahh! Someone needs to come up with some cutesy portmanteau to describe the constant state of blog-overhwelmedness in which I live.
In the meantime, maybe you remember Part 1 of this story of our dreamland day with Angelis and our Istanbul Eats team; here's the rest, finally! When last we left off, we were stuffing our faces with baklava. Naturally, next was Turkish coffee, and a sad lesson about today's Istanbul.
And that was our last stop. Painfully full, but still in great spirits, we ended our day of marathon eating as all good ones should: with hugs, heartfelt goodbyes, and lamb intestines.
Personal revelation digression: Lately, I've been thinking a lot
about a certain type of person. It's the type who has gotten past
'shoulds' that they've learned second-hand, who's explored their world for
themselves, drawn their own conclusions, and ended up at an openness
that allows them to get past the things they might judge -- be it a
person's religion, or who a person chooses to love (as if it's a choice)
-- and to instead see people with pure eyes. They live their life honestly and
with integrity, and build their path based on no one's rules but their
own. I feel myself more and more becoming one of these people, and
every time an old 'should' is challenged and defeated, I have a moment of
glowy happiness that sometimes brings me to tears. Something similar
happens when I realize I've met someone else like this. A few moments
after our tour ended, hugs, kisses, and email addresses exchanged,
Ashley and I were walking down Istiklal Caddesi -- the main artery of
cosmopolitan Istanbul. Standing in the middle of the wide, carless
boulevard, I remembered something Angelis had said when we asked him
about coming to the United States. He acknowledged a nagging 'should'.
"I may not be in the Land of Opportunity," he said, "but here in
Istanbul, my soul is filled." I beamed a little.