I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, but I kept to the schedule and treated my mother and sister to a day in the City. The plan was to visit my brother-in-law, who so sweetly invited us to lunch. Oh, right, the “first-born” sister was there too.
But first, we made a little tour of my old neighborhood, on the south-side of town. As we drove along admiring the shops, restaurants, and architecture, I found my way to 4th St. The intent was to check out Fabric Row with mom. But, I stopped at the corner of Bainbridge, looked up, and saw a very familiar shop. To the untrained eye, it appears to be the typical corner store: cigarettes, milk, small groceries, maybe a sandwich. But I knew better. It’s a Turkish market!!
I walked into the store and immediately decided the young clerk was Turkish. I asked, “Yufka?” He looked a bit bewildered. So I repeated, “Yufka var mi? Sigara boregi icin.” He smiled and asked, “Turkce biliyormusunuz?” Yes, I speak a little Turkish and he showed me the varieties of phyllo dough he had to make Cigar Borek – a rolled pastry with feta.
The family was waiting in the car, so I only quickly perused the items on the shelves as I made my way to the counter. I told him the next time I came from Turkey, I would stop there on my way to Mom’s – to buy gifts. That way I wouldn’t have to carry the heavy walnut honey. “Walnut?” “Ceviz. Cevizli bal.” Looking back, I don’t know why I call it that, the honey is clearly jam packed with peanuts and hazelnuts. But I have never learned the general word for nuts, and walnuts just comes easier than, “fistikli findikli.” 🙂
We spent a good 10 minutes chatting. I didn’t catch his name, but I hope he reads this. “We wish you well with your Adventures in Philadelphia! Tekrar, Hos Geldiniz!”
Oh, and I shouldn’t forget the recipe: Sigara Boregi