Turkish lunch

This is how you choose the tomatoes, this is how you choose the onions, this and this and this. That’s what my friend Ali was telling me as we were searching for some food at the supermarket. It reminded me of supermarket time with my parents, in Peru.

As Ali and his roommates from Turkey were preparing lunch, I couldn’t help but notice the flag, the smell of the Turkish way of cooking, the impatience to get some Turkish tea and while sitting on the bed, I needed to picture that.

As we grow, we travel, we move and wherever we go… we take who we are with us. Some never adapt, some never mix, some never interact, some change completely… I may live in Romania, but my story began in Peru. And I will be delighted to share how my country is and how we are.

I don’t have my flag, and I am not good at cooking Peruvian food (too bad because ours is the best in the world -I’m very proud) but… if we sit for a coffee, allow me to tell you about my hometown, how I was raised and what brought me here.

By the way, Turkish lunch is special, because you have to eat with them. You can’t leave without eating with them. 🙂


Published by Esteban Quevedo

I am a full-time observer. I enjoy reading while having a cup of coffee. I am an amateur runner. I love listening to silence and most of all: getting lost in time.

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