İnşallah in twelve hours I will be heading back to the states! It’s been two years and long over due…
Hopefully I’ll be getting a new computer this week so I can get back to blogging (?)!
Wish me luck
İnşallah in twelve hours I will be heading back to the states! It’s been two years and long over due…
Hopefully I’ll be getting a new computer this week so I can get back to blogging (?)!
Wish me luck
*again I sincerely apologize for a lack of posting. I’ve snatched my husbands computer for a bit so I can type up something…it may not be the best writing, but that’s because I have to finish before he gets back!!
True to my blog name, I finally was able to “do as the turks do” in the truest sense…
I was only somewhat sure of what to expect (thanks to movies), and I was a little anxious to see how it would go. Especially since I am a little weird about people touching me (I loathe manicures/pedicures!). Well, to make a long story short- I loved it!
Lets go through the play by play.
Upon arrival at this super fancy hamam (newly built, more like a typical spa from the outside), the whole building was divided in half. One side said “women” and the other side said “men”. Right out of the gate, I was pleased. Guys aren’t even allowed in the female reception!
At this hamam, we paid for all of our treatments upfront. Since there was a package deal, I went for the two massage and entrance packet. All in all, it added up to 99TL (around 30$ that day). They gave us an electric bracelet to open our lockers electronically, and then rubber wrist bands that corresponded to the treatments we purchased. I went for a coffee massage (I have very dry skin) and the kopuk/kese massage.
Kese is a special mitt used for exfoliating dead skin. This beats anything else I’ve ever used in my entire life.
Kopuk (with dots on the o and u) means foam, so basically they used soap suds.
If you know nothing about hamams, let me give you a super fast explanation.
They hail from the Ottoman Empire. They were a form of public baths when indoor plumbing wasn’t a thing. Typically marble, they are completely closed and very hot, with fountains all around for pouring water to clean yourself. Sometimes (normally, now) there would be workers there to help clean you (wash your back etc). They have a long history in the Ottoman Empire, including lore such as men smashing their hands on the marble to increase their fist size and strength for battles. Maybe longer than the history are the proclaimed benefits of the hamam!
One thing crucial to the hamam experience is the pestemal (peshtemal), a thin towel used to cover yourself in the hamam. Usually you wear a swim suit these days, but back in the day it wasn’t so!
I don’t want to say all, since this is my first hamam experience, but most (if not all, based on movies etc) hamams have the same layout. A raised platform in the middle, with sinks and fountains on the outer edge, along with a bench. Here’s a general idea.
The one we went to had a different color scheme (white, grey, and blue), but generally it was the same.
Along with the hamam room, most places have the typical sauna, steam room, etc.
So we set ourselves around a fountain and threw water on ourselves (and cold water on each other!) until it was time for the kese.
So removing half of my swimsuit wasn’t as traumatic as I thought it would be, since everyone else seemed pretty cool with it! We were taken to another room just off the hamam (no door) where the platforms were table sized, and situated beside a sink. This is where the magic happened!
The workers (all old-ish ladies, maybe in their 50s?) got to scrubbing! They rolled you around like it wasn’t even a big deal. Starting from your back, down your legs, to your feet, then they turned you on your side and did the same, onto your front, on your remaining side, and scrubbed all the way down to your fingers and toes. I felt like a rotisserie chicken! But a clean chicken. You thought you were exfoliating back home- oh no! I don’t want to describe how much they managed to scrub away, but I think I could form a small child from what remained behind after the kese.
The kese was followed by a coffee massage, which sounds exactly how it was. Coffee grinds steeped in hot water were rubbed all over, ALL over, over the course of 20 minutes or so. They were tugging on my arms and hands and feet, I thought I would pop apart! They were not gentle. But in a good way! (picture is for an idea, obviously not me or the place I went lol)
After the coffee massage came the soap suds massage. This one was much more gentle, in my opinion. I was amazed at how they used a large, very thin towel to whip up huge soap suds and squeeze them onto you. This took another 20 minutes.
After all was said and done, I was sent back to the hamam room to wash myself with my own soap and shampoo.
Ya’ll, my skin was beet red! I looked like a tomato! But after sleeping, I woke up and my skin was refreshed and bright, even my face (thanks to the coffee treatment)! Unfortunately, I ended up having a worse head cold than I started with (I guess sitting in steam for hours then going into slightly brisk weather will do that to you?)…but it was worth it!
Definitely will go again!! Maybe now I will have the strength to finish the school year?
*Disclaimer: Not all hamams are created equal. Be sure to do your homework about the services offered, the hygiene of the facilities, and what you need to bring vs what they provide for you!
I have great news!
I’ve bought my plane ticket to go home this summer! After two years, I finally will step foot on American soil, and I will tread it for two months (insallah).
Let’s skip the political drama and go straight to the fear of reverse culture shock. A term for when you’ve been out of your own culture so long, when you return you experience a shock as if it were foreign.
I’ve read that culture shock comes in three stages.
First, the honeymoon stage. Everything is sunshine and rainbows, and butterflies fly out of every crevice you can find. I personally call this the vacation stage. Where all the new things are exciting and you just gobble it up. This is very well documented at the beginning of my “in turkey” posts.
Second comes the homesickness. The feeling of vacation has worn off because you’ve been away from your country long enough that you must put down your roots here. This is when the every day convenience of knowing- you know- everything, becomes glaringly obvious. You never even realized how something as reactive as checking out in the grocery store line was until you are forced to do it in a country where you barely understand the language and don’t recognize the money. You’re frustrated and angry. This is also pretty well documented on my blog.
The final stage, much like the stages of grief, is acceptance. You accept your new home for what it is. That some things are good, some things are bad, but you are able to function and generally have a life. It’s gonna take many years to get to the comfort of your own country, but it’s a process.
I guess that’s where I am? I don’t know. But that brings up the issue of reverse culture shock.
Now that I’ve basically adjusted to Turkey, will America be the same as I remember it? Or will my Turkish tinted goggles make everything look different? Again not getting too deep into the politics, but will things be harder for me as a hijabi than they were before (side note: it was easier in America when I left than it is now.)?
Since I came to Turkey I’ve become more patriotic. I wave my invisible American flag and recite the national anthem every Friday after school (right after the Turkish one is recited at school). Every time someone does something ridiculously Turkish I roll my eyes and say “no one would do that in America”.
Maybe I’m a stick in the mud for Turkey, but I am how I am and I prefer my interactions as I prefer them.
But what if America isn’t the way I remember it? What if I have nowhere to aspire to anymore…
The thought makes my stomach hurt.
So dlst ended yesterday in the states, or started, or whatever… All I know is: sunshine! All the sunshine!
But it has been raining here…
Rain and warmth, it must be spring!
So while the students prep for their exams, I start prepping my favorite winter veggies for the freezer! Since Turkey is keen on selling products according to season, some things are nearly impossible to find when the weather changes.
And if there are rows and rows of frozen veggies, I haven’t seen them at bim or şok or migros! So I guess it’s up to me…
Over the last two weeks, I have prepped and frozen spinach (Stems separately), Brussel sprouts, cauliflower, and celery root. Yeah, I know most people prepare food for the winter, but sometimes you crave something different.
If you’re curious how I prepped these, scroll down! I took the advice I found on the web and combined it with my own knowledge of food science to, hopefully, succeed in a prep method that will keep my veg intact for summer use!
Celery root and cauliflower
1. Chop up roots/cauliflower to create a uniform size (I usually do around thumb size).
2. Rinse it.
3. Bring a pot of water (enough to submerge) to a hard boil with a pinch of citric acid. Throw it in.
4. Boil for about three minutes or until all pieces are slightly soft, but not mush.
5. Strain out veg from the hot water and plunge into ice water until cool.
6. Strain and pat dry with a paper towel.
7. Spread veg out evenly on a tray (celery pictured below) and put in the freezer for about two or three hours, or until hard.
8. Scrape veg off the tray (they should mostly pop off) and put in a freezer bag (air tight is better, but I don’t have a vacuum sealer).
0. For spinach, chop leaves and stems separately. Both should be washed very well to remove all grit (I use the submerging method). Leaves and stems should be processed separately.
0. Quarter or halve Brussel sprouts to create a uniform size. Rinse the sprouts.
1. Bring a pot of water to a hard boil (enough to cover the bottom third of the veg). Throw it in.
4. Stir occasionally to pull the bottom bits to the top and visa versa. Boil for about three minutes or until all sprouts are bright green and slightly soft. Spinach will be wilted but not slimy.
5. Strain out sprout1. Quarter or halve Brussel sprouts to create a uniform size.
2. Rinse the sprouts.
3. Bring a pot of water to a hard boil (enough to cover the bottom third of the sprouts). Throw sprouts in.
4. Stir occasionally to pull the bottom sprouts to the top and visa versa. Boil for about three minutes or until all sprouts are bright green and slightly soft.
5. Strain out sprouts or spinach from the hot water and plunge into ice water until cool.
6. Strain and pat dry with a paper towel (let the spinach wait in the strainer and press it with a paper towel)
7. Spread veg out evenly on a tray and put in the freezer for about two or three hours, or until hard.
8. Scrape veg off the tray and put in a freezer bag.
Oh noooo! It’s back!
For those if you who aren’t familiar with Tmj, let me direct you to my old posts about my first diagnoses back in Florida almost 3 years ago (check out the tmj tag).
But for those who are, I had surgery for it while I was in Florida (athrocentesis) which didn’t perfectly fix the issue, but I was eating and speaking just fine.
Because of the stress of teaching (I’m sure many of you are familiar with that tightness in your forehead and jaw when you’re pissed) and overusing my jaw because of constantly yelling to be heard over the noise, my tmj is making a comeback.
So much so, I was in tears from pain and anxiety.
I don’t want to go through this again. I don’t want another surgery, I don’t want to go 2 months on a nearly liquid diet, and frankly, I can’t. Not in a job where my sole purpose is talking.
So as my jaw clicks and pops at almost every movement, I wait anxiously for the day it totally locks again.
Oh my lord.
Moving plus school starting up again sure is a hand full!
And yes, even though we are just downstairs, it was still a hard move! Because we are literally starting from 0. You have no idea how much you collect through years of living until you start from scratch again. I can’t say this enough.
But I must admit I’m all about those new appliances (even if the bill made my eyes tear up a little).
So, deepest apologies for not posting, I know I should be better… But I’ve been swamped with house projects after coming home from work.
But I am alive and relatively well! Nothing a little chocolate can’t fix…!
Let me tell you about my two best friends.
They know who they are.
They came into my life at very different times, and I believe, very different reasons.
One of my oldest friends, let’s call her Brown Eyes, went to high school with me. Funny enough, she was a relative of someone else I was friends with, and we never really spoke until we ended up in the same homeroom class. She saw me through a lot of my firsts (first real boyfriend, subsequently the first heartbreak, first time moving away, first year at uni, and when I first met my hubby!)… And I’ve seen many of hers as well.
My other best friend, let’s call her Blondie (which she embraces fully, don’t worry), dropped into my life unexpectedly in the last year of my undergrad. This was also one of the hardest times in my life, because my husband had to move to another state for school. But she filled a hole in my life and brought a lot more than I had expected. We both were in the middle of our personal growth, and we kind of fed off each other and took the best from each other and left the worst. I was looking for a roommate and she was looking for a place to live. Funny enough, she overheard me telling someone about my problem during class (we were both food science majors, but never really talked before)… And the rest is history!
And they are kufar.
For those who don’t know, kufar means “non-Muslim” in Arabic, and if you didn’t already know, it’s not very nice. Honestly, I hate that word.
(I’m using it now to make a point)
We became close (my best friends and I) before I converted to Islam. And they are STILL my best friends afterwards. Even though they are still in the states!
Why? Isn’t their lifestyle contrary to my religious values?
Maybe. But they don’t bring that part of their life into our friendship.
They’ve never tried to bring me to a bar.
They’ve never tried to make me hang out with guys (beside saying hi to their significant others).
They never questioned my wearing hijab or hinted that I don’t have to wear it.
They never judged me for the level of Islam I’m at right now.
And they have always encouraged me to keep learning about my faith, even though it isn’t theirs.
They enjoy talking with me about it!
They even say Maşallah and ask me to pray for them.
An atheist and a Christian have been more understanding and supportive of me than most Muslims I have met (particularly the ones in Turkey).
And that’s why they’re still my best friends. And why (outside of this post) I won’t call them or any other non-Muslim kufar.
Being Muslim isn’t necessary to be a good person and a good friend.
Say what you will about Turkey, but their snack game is fierce.
I wouldn’t consider myself too much of a junk foodie. I’m not so much into cookies and cakes, and only a few chips tickle my fancy. That is, until now!
How is it possible that I love Turkish junk food so much?
Anyway, check out my (long overdue) faves list below. Make sure to check the description for any American dupes! Cheap subs are not just for makeup anymore…
Dude. These chips tho. Specifically Patos sweet chili pepper… Corn chips with a zing, this tastes just like cool ranch doritos for half the price!
I’ve found this at bakals (corner stores) and Migros
Eti cin (et-E-jin)
My, hands down, favorite cookie. It’s a shortbread cookie with a gummy orange center and sprinkles. There are other flavors but orange is the real OG. This is special to Turkey and I need to bring some back with me!
Found in bakals and Migros
Think crunchy cheetohs… But sour cream and onion. That’s cerezza PEYNİR AND SOĞAN flavor. This gets 5 stars from us, as it’s our favorite junk food.
Found in bakals and migros
(sorry the next pictures are upside down… I have no idea why…)
I’m not a stranger to haribo (in America the Turkish made haribo were the only gummies without pork gelatin that I could find). The classics are delicious! But there’s also FIZZ haribo! A haribo with a lemon sour sugar coating that is ever so slightly effervescent. The fizz worms are my favorite (not seen here).
Found in bakals, some A101, Kipa, and Migros
I’m not big on chocolate, but these are really good. Cookies with milk chocolate stars and white chocolate filling. They’re a bit rich but perfect when you have a craving. They are my favorite chocolate cookie.
Found in some bakals, Kipa, and migros
Not your momma’s rice cakes. These are a mix of corn and rice that look like standard rice cakes, but taste like lightly salted, no butter popcorn. A good snack for those wanting something salty but low calorie.
Found in migros.
Most of these can probably be found in Kipa or any other large general store, but I never bothered to check for anything but the ones listed as “found in kipa”.
I’ll probably have a few installments of this as I eat more and more junk :).
The renter downstairs (bottom floor, flat 1 of 3) has moved out!
You know what that means?
We are finally moving out of this flat (3rd of 3)!!! I could dance and cry for joy simultaneously. I’m not exaggerating.
Of course the apartment will need a bit of sprucing up. It is, after all, about 30 years old. Nothing a fresh coat of paint and some new floors can’t fix! There’s nothing like a little renovation!
Plus I need a side project.
Meanwhile we are also working to finish the second floor construction, but now that can slow down as other things have been popping up in our lives lately…more to talk about later.
Check out our new floors! We only put them in the sitting room and bedroom, but we are so impressed we are thinking to put them everywhere… But that costs money. Crossed fingers we can do enough to be able to move within two weeks!
Old furniture frames the renter left behind need to be broken down for fire wood… But the kitchen cabinets are solid! Old floors are ugly, but a carpet can fix that. Or maybe more new floors?
And wave em like you just don’t care!
Which I am.
Because I don’t.
Being a teacher is hard, yall. Especially to spoiled, arrogant children.
Not all of them are bad, but some are. I honestly believe a hand full of these kids wouldn’t spit on someone if they were on fire.
This is especially true for my 9th graders. Two of the four classes are just hopeless. It’s not like they can’t do the work, they just won’t. I’ve tried everything. Picking up unfinished activities in the main course English book, playing games, watching videos, teaching something else in English (e.g. Slavery in the US), projects, the works. Nothing. Works.
And I’m sad, because there are at least three students that are actually interested in the topics and want to learn. They even apologize for the others’ bad behavior. But if I have to call the counselor and the principal five times because they are so incredibly rude (I mean, standing in class, shouting to each other, sleeping, talking back in turkish as if I dont understand), I’m not going to waste my time.
I did my best. I’m just going to be a babysitter for the 40 minutes that class takes in a week. Usually the good students gravitate to me and practice their English 1 on 1 with me anyway.
Because this negativity just isn’t conducive to my 2017 resolutions.
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