After 3 days of feeling sick to my stomach, I suddenly developed a longing for manti, those Turkish dumplings my nephew from Istanbul introduced me to many times. And so we found ourselves at Maris  (the link is here). 

We didn’t find Manti, but the food was marvelous, and we overdosed on coffee and dessert, the names of which I cannot repeat.

With all the terrifying unknowns in our lives – the Isis variant, the Corona variants, the weather madness – appetite for good food remains a wonderful escape.  May all the refugees of the world, all the displaced peoples, all the sick and recovering folk, may all of us continue to have an appetite for wonderful food, and may we all be able to enjoy it!

This lunch was particularly enjoyable to us because we had managed to solve some of the more nasty electronic problems that have plagued us for weeks.  Some examples – half my email disappeared before I saw them,  and I don’t know which half; no messages arrived on my phone; the overflowing sewer under my window hasn’t been fixed for weeks – but tomorrow… i could go on forever…