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The photo shows a small grocery store with rows of jars and some decorations. In the background are some refrigerator cases. To the left are to square tables with folding chairs.
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100
TURKISH DELIGHT
Shelves lined with souvenirs and jarred delicacies; Mediterranean Market didn’t look like much. However, the smoky baba ghanoush and succulent kabobs more than compensated for the lack of ambience.
My cousin Kent and I enjoyed long lunches and chatting with the Turkish co-owners.
“I miss the mountains,” Jihan would say with a faraway gaze, “and my mother.”
Sinan, the more gregarious brother, with black hair curling below his ears and huge eyes that didn’t quite go the same direction, would ask me, “You like the food?”
“The best.”
He would grin and giggle. “When the womens is heppy, everybody’s heppy.”
This is a true story. I only wish I’d gotten pictures of the Sinan and J’han. I really miss this little market where Kent and I spent a lot of time writing together.
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