Our first morning in Turkey turned up these trees -- broccoli trees, Prae decided, and that sign bade well for the rest of our culinary journey.
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Oranges, right on the tree!
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While only peripherally related to food, Prae surprisingly had never seen the use of the word "market" to describe anything but something open-air with stalls selling things. So she made sure to record this, which, of course, I though as normal as anything. That is one of the great pleasures of traveling with her: seeing the world through a different set of eyes.
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Prae made me stop the car. She jumped out to run and shoot this photo of herself where tomoatoes grow ripe on the vine, producing some of the tastiest tomatoes either of us has ever had.
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We stop for a lunch of boiled eggs and succulent peaches.
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Stop the car! There's a fruit stand! It's cherry country!
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The fruit stand lady hadn't weighed our purchased before Prae had eaten half a kilo.
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An afternoon snack of the most luscious cherries you can imagine.
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Kavlin? Hmm. There's a new melon to investigate.
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So that's how they become so good, ripened right on the vine.
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Olives on the tree. They'll be yummy soon.
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Grapes grow on an arbor well above Prae's head, but she spotted them nonetheless.
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A stop in a town that was so small we never caught the name led to tea and coffee and a discussion about both with a local who was good enough to share his table.
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We forged on into peach country.
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... And then into strawberry territory.
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More about the end product of foods, here Prae is at the ancient public latrine in Ephesus.
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Prae's lamb dinner in Selcuk.
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... And my kebap dinner across the table from her.
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The sunflower seeds growing on the Gallipoli Peninsula will soon be ready to munch on.
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We all enjoyed dinner overlookingthe Bosphorus on the Asian side of Istanbul.
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Prae befriends an ice cream stand guy in Istanbul.
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Not food, but close. In the Grand Bazaar, they sell olive oil soap, which is not only made of an edible product but resembles a delicious cheese. What better kind of soap for someone who loves food?
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At the Spice Market, Prae turns into an honorary salesperson, giving advice to any stranger with a question.
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Prae poses with delight next to Turkish delight.
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Istanbul's Spice Market is overloaded with all sorts of mysterious edible bits and pieces.
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More selection of dried fruits and delicious tidbits from the Spice Market.
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By the time we hit Istanbul, Prae was an expert on choosing only the best cherries. The salesmen were a bit exasperated by her discerning tastes.
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