On Saturday I got to go to a super fun wedding. A girl in my ward had asked for volunteers to help serve, etc. and I agreed. I like doing such things (and most likely would have anyway), plus Christina is an immigration attorney and had helped me when I first came to the area, so I was happy to be able to give back.
And it was a blast. Her now husband is from Turkey and so at least 75% of the guests were Turkish (a few Turkish American, most came from Turkey). It made for a fabulous evening.
Mustafa's (the groom) cousin catered the dinner and I thought I had died and gone to heaven--or at least Turkey. It was so delicious. It was impossible to eat enough shish-kabobs, lamb/beef meatballs (my favorite of the meal--still dreaming about them), salads, hummuses, etc. I for one felt richly repaid for my hours of service. My only regret was that I couldn't eat more.
And then there was dancing. There was a mixture of American, Latin and Turkish music, but the Turkish dances were definitely the best--with all the circles and "games" and on and on. It was absolutely delightful. I think the dancing would have been my favorite part, only I didn't get to dance--just see it some as I cleaned. So, that makes the food my favorite part.
Mixed in there was absolutely perfect weather. Gorgeous spring evening. Lilacs perfuming the air. Natural flowers decorating entire nature. It was at an estate out in the country and it was gorgeous.
But now, let me get to the best part. The very, very best. Most of the Turkish families came bearing a tray or two of homemade baklava. I just don't even know what else to say. I ate so much that it's a miracle I didn't get sick from that (forget the water). I ate a few pieces before. Then a few during the eating time. And then all night long as I walked past the dessert table, I'd take a piece or two. I probably ate half of a large, jelly-roll type sheet of them. And I could eat more right now. It was heaven.
Today in my scripture study I was reading about a land of milk and honey, and I had whole new appreciation for that. I want more. Now. Mmmmmm.
I need to find a Turkish man to marry.
3 comments:
Why don't you go to Turkey? Susan would love to have a visitor. Her MIL is an amazing cook, and the country is full of turkish men. Murat even knows all of the ones that are members.
The wedding sounds like lots of fun!
RuthAnne, I actually thought about Susan and Murat when I was at the wedding. And considered asking them to send me a husband (mail order groom). I have wanted to go to Turkey for a long time, so maybe I'll make it one of these days. :)
I don't understand.Why send a husband? Just send the Turkish food over here! :)
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