Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The most loaded waffle ever
Greeting Mr. Oz back home
Hunting for the Black Tulip
In the sun it looked like the black tulip, but was only Eggplant purple. *pout*
Chilling with peeps in Istabul
Thursday, April 22, 2010
All good things must come to an end
Finding inspiration by the roadside
9 days till Mr. Oz comes home
On our daily excursions to the gardens, I found these "fake tulips" growing by the roadside. It was a pain to collect them but it was totally worth it. This particular corner in my sister-in-law Mubare's kitchen was perfectly lit for a natural light photo. This is only one of the best, the best of the best will be framed and hung in my home soon.
Happy cow, tasty Milk
Monster also realized where her tasty eggs were coming from. She meant to hug the hens but her aunt caught her the rooster. We tried to teach her that they are just as important (hehehe).
Nothing is irreplacable for toddlers
10 days till Mr. Oz comes home
The Monster Version I Ahmet left much to Monster's disappointment. She took to always wearing his shoes everywhere and on one of those days while we were dipping our hands in the ice cold spring water, one of the shoes flew out and washed out to the barrage.
Resourceable mom to the rescue, on a trip to the Malatya City I dug out a pair that matched Ahmet's pair so much that even Monster cried out "Ahmet shooooo!"
Beauty lies in the zoom lens
Today my little sister-in-law Songul, her hubs Mehmet, my Baba-in-law and the two kids took the Beamer to visit a few historic tombs in Harput, Elazig. My in-laws seem to think they these are from the 12 imams in Islamic history. I hated to break it to them that most of the imams are buried in Iraq and not in Harput. Anyway, a saint is a saint and I read Al-Fatiha at the tombs as well.
It was on our way back however, when Songul insisted on stopping the car to let me get out in the rain and see this barrage where fresh water fish is farmed (in the circular fences in the first picture).
Meeting new cousins, learning new tricks
14 days till Mr. Oz comes home.
crack a wooden board on his grand father's head and even managed to make fist to skin contact with Mr. Oz himself.
As luck would have it, the two monsters got along pretty well. Better than expected anyway.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
There is always a way to make a toddler eat her food
Somebody can write a thesis on why kids can have better eating habits in a household with pets. My daughter, who for the first three days, consistantly refused to eat the home made naan her grandmother makes, actually popped a few of the cat's share of fresh bread while trying to feed it.
Following this, we caught her several times actually stealing pieces of bread from the back room and munching on it and meowing at the same time.
Mr. Oz, it's time to get a pet.
It can't get more organic than this
My mother-in-law calls me down to the front yard to come pick out the eggs from a nest. Her hen's nest. Inside the room where I though there was only grass and food for her cow. Did I mention she has a cow? That's coming up soon as well.
It tasted good. But now I feel sorry for the hens every time I eat an egg =(
In the land of Apricots
Turn over your favorite box of dried apricots, it probably reads "Product of Malatya, Turkey."
That's where we were headed...unfortunately, a month before the apricots would be ready for picking. That's the story of my life, I'm either too early or too late for everything!
Or so I thought. Who would have known young apricots are just as delicious as ripe ones? Especially when dipped in a lick of salt!
Missed a flight, caught Bazaar Fever
Artichoke hearts as big as my fist, maybe twice the size of my fist floating in huge tubs, they just took my breath away!
After returning from the bazaar, one of my sisters-in-law had prepared a great dinner for us to celebrate our unexpected dekay (lolz). Iza had another great playdate with the cousin she loves most.
See the trend there?