Published June 17, 2018 by rochellewisoff

This week Pegman takes us to Taşlıçay, Ağrı, Turkey. You’re welcome to mine street view and photo spheres anywhere within its borders to write your story. The Pegman challenge is to write 150 words or less inspired by the prompt.

As always, a hearty thank you to Karen and Josh for facilitating the fun.

I didn’t exactly go to Turkey with my story but there is a link to it in my story. 😉 

Genre: Anecdote

Word Count: 150


            At first glance, Mediterranean Market, with its dusty shelves, cheap souvenirs and a calendar on the wall above the cash register didn’t look like much.

            The smoky baba ghanoush and succulent kabobs more than compensated for the lack of atmosphere. And who could resist flaky crusted Spanakopita stuffed with spinach?

            As much as the cuisine, I enjoyed co-owners Jihan and Sinan who loved to reminisce about the homeland they had left several years before.

            With a faraway look, Jihan would smile. “I miss the mountains and my mother.”  

            Sinan, the more outgoing of the two brothers, would serve friendly chatter along with strong Turkish tea. His slicked black hair curled just below his ears and his huge eyes never quite went the same direction.

            “Best meal ever,” I told him every time.                     

             With a wave of his hands, he’d prance around and reply, “When the womens is heppy, everybody’s heppy.”           




I wish I’d thought to take pictures of Jihan and Sinan in all of the many times Cuz Kent and I spent three hour lunches plotting plays and laughing until we cried. The guys are still around but have closed the shop. My taste buds ache with longing.  

31 comments on “TURKISH DELIGHT

    • Dear Penny,

      I’m glad you liked my descriptions. It’s hard to describe someone who’s wall-eyed. 😉 I’m very hungry myself after writing this. Thank you for your lovely comments.




    • Dear Dale,

      I just read that they closed 6 years ago. Doesn’t seem possible. Kent and I wrote and rewrote a play there. Of course it would take an hour of just quoting movies and moldy jokes before ever getting down to business. One night we were there so late that Jihan came to our table and help up the keys. Told us to lock up on our way out. Glad you enjoyed the memory as much as I enjoyed recounting it. Thank you.




  • Wonderful story, Rochelle. I had a Turkish neighbor named Turul. He invited me to his tiny apartment for coffee, an experience I never forgot. Up to that point, I had considered coffee to be a liquid one drinks in the morning. His version was somewhere between a sacrament and a meal. I’ve loved strong coffee ever since.

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    • Dear Karen,

      When I chose to write about the guys and their shop it sounded more like an article out of a food magazine. I almost chucked the whole thing. I’m happy that I didn’t and that it came across the way I intended. Thank you for taking the time from your vacation to read and comment.




  • Smart man! He knows it’s a storm when the woman isn’t happy. I find it hard to imagine a man with big eyes. He either ends up looking owlish or beautiful. And I’m not sure how to process that. 😀 It is well.

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  • WEll, I fell in love with Sinan the minute you mentioned his slicked black hair curled just below his ears and his huge eyes. This line is a delightful touch, “I miss the mountains and my mother.” You must have had so much fun listening to the stories. Thanks for sharing a bit of your past. Lish

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