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Understanding Turkey One Bite at a Time

“Gönül, ne kahve ister ne kahvehane, gönül sohbet ister, kahve bahane.” – Turkish idiom

Translation – “The heart does not want coffee or coffee house, the heart wants a chat, coffee is an excuse.”

Turkish Coffee

First time visitors to Turkey can easily be overwhelmed. It’s my own concerted opinion that three weeks is the minimum time needed to introduce oneself to Turkey, but even one hour is preferable to never visiting. The places of cultural and historical significance are so vast and numerous that it’s nearly impossible to visit them all. In Istanbul alone the remnants of Byzantine and Ottoman empires intertwine with the modern Turkish Republic in a rich tapestry. The beauty of Turkey’s Taurus Mountains, Marama coast, and Lycian Trail have inspired many to abandon their home countries and retire to its tranquil beauty.

However, it is only through food can anyone appreciate Turkey and Turkish culture. Unlike the abrupt social interactions typical in America, relationships in Turkey are dependent on conversation. Enter tea and coffee. The coffee houses of the Ottoman Empire were famous as gathering places where politics, poetry, and business were discussed. In a narrower circle, a hot cup of tea or coffee allowed two friends to converse as the boiling liquid cooled.

Turkish cuisine is far more than the assemblage of ingredients and flavors on the plate. No Turkish kitchen is complete without a healthy supply of garlic, onion, and parsley, but it’s the time spent cutting those onions, shredding tomatoes, or wrapping grape leaves are where mothers, sisters, and daughters connect. Families and friends gathered together for grilled fish (balık) accompanied by glasses of Turkey’s anise drink, Rakı – famously called a “rakı balık” dinner – will enjoy hours of fellowship while eating mezes under the evening sky. I could list more, but dining in Turkey is an experience for the soul as well as a delight for the stomach.

Food is so central to Turkish identity and culture that it permeates the language. Parsley is so prevalent in Turkish dishes that to admonish someone for being a gossip you would say: “Don’t be a parsley!” (“maydanoz olma!”) (i.e. don’t be in everything or everyone’s business). Or if someone did something stupid you might say: “Look at the mint he ate.” (“yediği naneye bak”). A final example is “ağzında bakla ıslanmamak”) which translates to “To eat beans without getting them wet.” You have to soak beans to soften them before cooking, so this phrase would be used to describe someone that passes news without thinking over the consequences first.

There’s even the song “Domates Biber Patlıcan” by artist Barış Manço, (translation: Tomatoes, Pepper, an eggplant dish). Listen to a modern cover by Turkish pop singer Karsu.

Which brings me to my two favorite words in the Turkish language:

Dolmuş” from the root word dolma, “to stuff”.

My wife jokes that there isn’t a food that a Turkish cook doesn’t want to stuff. Turkish cuisine includes stuffed bell peppers, various forms of stuffed eggplants (patlican), stuffed pastas (mantı), fried pastries stuffed with cheese (sigara böreği), and stuffed grape leaves (dolma). Whatever it is, a Turk can find a way to stuff it and serve it for lunch.

In Turkish cities there are multiple methods of transportation. Istanbul boasts bus service, metro lines, trams, a funicular, and taxi service. Ubiquitous in the city is the presence of the shared taxis that service the areas not reached by regular metro or bus service. They were also fairly inexpensive and even the poorest of travelers could afford to use them. The original shared taxis were large, yellow four-door cars. Were it to be privately owned a reasonable person would identify a driver plus four seats, however as a shared taxi commuters would cram into the every cubic foot of the shared space. They became known as “Dolmuş” (pronounced “dole-mush”) – which literally translates to “I heard it is stuffed” – stuffed with people. A dolmuş today is the size of a mini bus, but the name stuck and I’m all the happier for it.

Stuffed bell peppers.

Sarımsaklı” adj. garlicky, from the noun, garlic – “sarımsak”

My wife had led a typical Turkish life in the thirty years before we met. She worked in her home city of Istanbul and each summer she would take a beach vacation to enjoy the turquatic waters, sun, and peaceful atmosphere somewhere on Turkey’s southwestern coast. She had often told me about the most famous, posh or popular beaches for Turks along the coast. Some attract foreign tourists, and some remain known only to Turks. One such location is Sarımsaklı Plajı near the town of Ayvalık. It took me a few years to connect the restaurant-Turkish I had learned to the image of beachgoers in an exclusive destination, but once I made the connection I can never forget it. Sarımsaklı Plajı = Garlicky Beach.

There is no better proof of the integral nature of food and cuisine in Turkish culture than discovering it mixed into the Turkish place names, idioms, and expressions that decorate the Turkish language. Take a visit, a bite, or just lend Turkey your ear.

Andrew Zapf is a co-founder of Pushing Horizons.

Disclaimer: All views expressed are that of the author.

COVID-Isolated Moments

“Explosions, floods and ice ages, you might say, are the only true dates in history and the improvisations of human societies between these events – art, civilisation, love, wars, literature, the development and the melting of one religion into another, the movement of ideas, the migrations of power from continent to continent – have as little bearing on the basic claendar of red letters days as a page ouf of Fabre’s Book of Insects. – Patrick Leigh Fermor, The Violins of Saint-Jacques

Only history will determine if COVID-19 becomes an era defining pandemic. It may topple governments, cull the population of cities, and usher in a whole host of practices that will be as foreign to our descendents as “ring around the rosie” is to us. During the current tempest, the safest raft is self-isolation in our homes – where we wait for the coming dawn. Self-isolating and limiting activities once taken for granted can be emotionally draining. A loss of the comfort of simple movement disturbs our sense of safety and can dull ambition. That doesn’t have to be the truth of these days.

Ryan Holiday, author of The Daily Stoic, often mentions on his podcast a conversation he had with another author, Robert Greene. The central idea is that there is a difference between “Killing Time” – i.e. activities that just spend our precious minutes and hours – and “Alive Time” – which is time actively spent toward achieving our life goals and improving ourselves. While I still have to stay engaged with my job I have never tried to define myself by my career. With an increased amount of unstructured time I have been forunate in being able to focus my attentions on the relationships within the walls of my house. 

During this extended time at home we’ve renewed our appreciation for time together as a family. Granted, the first few days derailed our exercise routines, we overindulged in evening Netflix watching, and we exhibited vacation-levels of self discipline in our sleep and diets, the overall experience has been positive. While it can still be hectic to live with a toddler, these days we’ve spent on music, reading, playing, and bonding. We still dream about the outside world, but for the time being we are nourishing ourselves with the joy of being with each other – it’s “Alive Time.”

By day, the office is a place for morning coffee, reading and teaching. Photo by Andrew Zapf
We fit in a little exercise every day. Even Cosmic Kids yoga provides a needed outlet for pent-up toddler energies.
All the games that can be played. Photo by Andrew Zapf
Physical distancing during the time of COVID has forced us to reevaluate priorities, the attention we have and have failed to give each other, and to start from a clean slate. Photo by Andrew Zapf
The intermixing of toys leads to some interesting play scenarios. Photo by Andrew Zapf
We've traveled to outer space, transformed into dinosaurs, and built skyscrapers together indoors. Photo by Andrew Zapf
Pre-COVID isolation. Photo by Andrew Zapf
COVID isolation Day 7. Photo by Andrew Zapf
COVID isolation Day 187. Photo by Andrew Zapf
A little help in the kitchen. We've turned the kitchen into a classroom and experiment with textures, chemistry, temperatures, and flavors. No one is excluded and everyone gets a role to fulfill. Photo by Rose Zapf
Roasted potatoes. Photo by Rose Zapf
Goose-fat slathered lemon roasted chicken. Recipe and photo by Rose Zapf
American meatloaf with Turkish influence = Amazing! Photo by Rose Zapf
Banana bread. Recipe and photo by Rose Zapf
Pear cake. Recipe and photo by Rose Zapf
Rocket salad with home-made lemon vinagrette. Recipe and photo by Rose Zapf
Bulgur wheat, kale, orzo, and shredded chicken. Recipe and photo by Rose Zapf
Sun tea. Photo by Andrew Zapf
Waste not. Stale bread transformed into panzanella alla toscana. Receipe from the Italian Country Cooking by Loukie Werle. Photo by Andrew Zapf
By night, after the house is asleep, is when I get to use the office to write. Photo by Andrew Zapf

Andrew Zapf is a co-founder of Pushing Horizons.

Disclaimer: All views expressed are that of the author. As an REI Associate, Pushing Horizons earns from qualifying purchases.

Cooking in the Time of COVID.

“Life is weather. Life is meals”

James Salter

One of the many steps in preparing Julia Child’s classic Boeuf Bourguinon. It is according to Julia, “certainly one of the most delicious beef dishes concocted by man.” We agree. Remember to serve it with a “fairly full-bodied young red wine.”

Our life, and the premise of pushinghorizons.com, has been a relentless pursuit to experience that which makes life rich. We seek out the history that shapes our destinies, the sports that inspire, and the adventures that challenge us. Such a life, though it is one of our choosing, can be frenetic.

Then forces beyond our control, in the form of a novel and deadly virus-COVID-19, has upended the world. We are in the midst of the storm and its full damage in lives lost and economies wrecked is not yet known.

For those in Italy, the impact has been especially dreadful. Gracefully, we have avoided the worst. We are now largely restricted to the confines of our house. It has reminded us that some of life’s greatest experiences are its simplest. We have spent time as a family and sought to challenge ourselves by learning new skills.

The novelist James Salter once said that “Life is weather, Life is meals.” In that vein, we opened up old cook books and researched recipes to cook and share memorable meals. The dishes themselves, no matter delicious, were not nearly as important as the experience of making and eating them together.

The below photo essay captures some of the results. If any of the dishes inspire you, feel free to contact us and we would be happy to share the recipes. Be forewarned, some of these older classic dishes are incredibly time intensive and complex. One more reminder that simple pleasures are earned through hard work.

Roland, learning that cooking is hard work.
Hard work deserves libations. Paloma, a cocktail of tequila, fresh grapefruit, lime, jalapeno, and club soda.
A Berry Tart inspired by Sweden, but made our own Chez the Minezes with whatever was in the freezer in a time of scarcity.
The Venetian cookbook Polpo‘s ricotta fennel salad and black cabbage gnocchi
Jamie Oliver’s “Best Chorizo and Tomato Salad in the World.” It was good.
Julia Child’s delectable French Omelette.
A “Venetian Style” beefsteak with salsa, and a bottle of Val Policella, of course.
Salad Nicoise a la Lisa.
A “Pytt i Panna”, the Swedish method of clearing out all your leftovers. Don’t forget the raw egg on top.
Leek Tart Tatin
Lisa puts the finishing touches on a birthday Lemon Meringue tart.
The head chef observes the kitchen to ensure standards are being enforced.
The lemon meringue tart, from the Slanted Door Cookbook, in the midst of being enjoyed.
Lisa’s piece de la resistance, Beef Wellington.
A cheese platter outside.