Their wives and families came with them for a few weeks, and we had the whole gang over for dinner. Damn, why didn't I know it was still Ramadan!! That's when Muslims fast until sundown, which occurred a bit late that night. At least I knew not to serve pork or alcohol. They were very relaxed about my breach of knowledge, and only K adhered to the exact moment of sundown, watching for it on the internet, eating his dinner an hour after everybody else.
In the back yard the kids played for hours with Ed and Reub, who enthusiastically endorsed them. I was flabbergasted because:
1. Eddy always overwhelms children with his desire to play, and Reuben is always terrified of kids because he sees them as unpredictable.
2. These particular kids have never had a dog, and come from a culture where canines are generally lowly street creatures, not house pets. Shouldn't they have been freaked out by these big dogs? They were not. Instead they were charmed by Eddy's tennis ball obsession, entranced by Reub's truly weird play routine (some day I'll describe it, or he will). Reub wasn't even slightly uncomfortable with them, and Ed was ecstatic.
|This is Turkish coffee, creating just the right amount of foam as it heats up.|
AND a lesson in how to make Turkish coffee. Are you kiddin' me? They had me with the Turkish Delight.
But that's not all. Before coming to the US they asked what to bring: "anything...anything at all" Sezgin said. Music-lover John jokingly said not to worry, that some day he would go to Turkey and get himself an oud.
|Tezgin gives John a lesson in Turkish music|
"There is a hand," he said, "reaching up to accept a lot of money. Maybe I'll become rich!"
I see the hand. Do you?
For now, I'll just have another bite of Turkish Delight with coconut; hold the rose water please.