I will miss my month in Istanbul. I’m grateful to be able to say it.
A car will pick me up at noon. Yesterday when the rain stopped and the ground had dried somewhat I went out and bought food for lunch, dinner and breakfast.
First I picked my way downhill and drank grapefruit and orange juice from my man with the cart. I knew he’d had no business all morning because of the rain. I’ll miss him.
Then I worked my way uphill again and visited the baker/pudding shop and bought bread, éclairs, and pudding. It’s the first time I’d spent more than 2TL (A$1) there. The crusty loaf was just 1TL.
Saving the best for last, I went to my favourite canteen and bought some pasta, a spicy ‘meatball’ (burger) wrapped in ribbons of eggplant and topped with tomato and a green chilli and some vegetable ‘like spinach’ cooked with garlic,onions and red chillies.
Canteens are run by home cooks (Mums and Dads). They supply meals to the hoi polloi, mainly workmen who share accommodation and don’t (or can’t) cook. I would say this eatery caters for the ex-pats and tourists as well, judging from their menu. Generally I prefer to buy meals to eat at home if I don’t cook and these canteens offer an endless variety of local food. Check before you buy – that diced beef and potato is actually fried liver. It’s good if you like liver.
It’ll be another day and a half before I can get decent food. At least I’ve had this.
Now that my 30 days in Istanbul is over, I will make that site private. To those followers who joined me on Day 30, I hope you realised that it was the last post.
See you all in Sydney.