On the trip, I believe I was known as the Weird Girl Who Took Pictures of All Meals (and, later, the Girl Who Could Bring a Dessert Buffet to its Knees), but with good reason, don't you think? These plates were works of art that rivaled anything we saw in the endless string of museums:
“The city was a jumble of aromas [...] Almost every smell made her recall some sort of food, so much so that she had started to perceive Istanbul as something edible" --from The Bastard of Istanbul, Elif Shafak
Now back in the states, I find myself strolling wistfully through Hy-Vee, looking in vain for whole roasted hazelnuts among the ho-hum cashews and real Turkish olive oil among all its mediocre Mediterranean imitations.
*sigh*
But as Tim says: all the more reason to come back to Turkey!