November 2013

After a week on a fab yacht cruising the Greek isles, of course I was missing cooking...I got the opportunity in a remote restaurant in Selçuk, Turkey to make gözlememe, a not so easy Turkish quesadilla. Dean and I had opted for a private loft instead of sitting around a picnic table with our fellow cruisers. I left Dean in the fig orchard surrounded private booth resplendent in Turkish rugs and pillows to seek a rest when I was ordained to cook.
I was drafted by the restaurant owner and told to take off my shoes. I was wrapped in clean sheets and provided with a cushion. Before I knew it, the gals in the "kitchen" were giving me instructions. We could only communicate with hand signals!
After a week on a fab yacht cruising the Greek isles, of course I was missing cooking...I got the opportunity in a remote restaurant in Selçuk, Turkey to make gözlememe, a not so easy Turkish quesadilla. Dean and I had opted for a private loft instead of sitting around a picnic table with our fellow cruisers. I left Dean in the fig orchard surrounded private booth resplendent in Turkish rugs and pillows to seek a rest when I was ordained to cook.

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From our starting point at L'Enfant Plaza we headed past the scaffold-clad Washington Monument, turned south toward the Tidal Basin and on to the Thomas Jefferson Memorial. The FDR Memorial gave me plenty of opportunity to fill in some history, and explain to Victor why my mom, a child of the Great Depression, still loves and idolizes FDR.

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