Friday night I went to Turkish Dinner, a one-meal homestay with a Istanbullu family. My Turkish Dinner escapade included one other American girl, two German boys, and more courses than language barriers.
Dinner was contrastive experience for me because I was a vegetarian for 3years, a pescetarian for 5 years, and have now been a flexetarian for almost two weeks. This, plus my lifelong inability to burp on command, has resulted in little meat or carbonated drink in my diet, which was undone in a single sitting. Beef! Chicken! Lamb! TurkaCola! Some would say this was a bad idea. Luckily, I do what I want.
After dinner, we moved to the living room where we told stories and sang songs from our respective cultures. Being a melting-pot American, I felt justified in using the folklore and melodies of any culture I wanted. I used my high school-gained knowledge of Deutschland and its rich culture to tell a reduced Brothers Grimm tale, sing the first three lines of "Edelweiss," and severely irritate the German boys. Ich mach was ich will.
At the end of the evening, we were all given diş kirası which translates directly as 'tooth rent' and is a present given in thanks for having eaten in the host's home. I enjoy being jointly fed and gifted and intend to attend many more Turkish Dinners, which shouldn't be difficult considering my history of yapiyorum ne ben istemek.
Unrelated to Turkish Dinner, but I'd like to give a shout-out of congratulations to my little brother, Johnny, who will be at Auburn University in the fall. He, too, does what he wants, it seems.
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