The world seems to be going crazy at the moment, the continuing rise of brutality in the Middle East is casting a shadow over everything. The growing ebola crisis is causing a general nervous drawing in of breath amongst those of us in countries still untouched by it. The relentless insistence of everyday life thankfully draws our gaze from the news on our screens as we have to engage with earning money and
providing for our family.
But then of course there is anchovy bread ( I mean the fresh variety). This is the time of year when anchovies swarm down from the Black sea into the Bosphorus causing a fish bonanza. You can fry them and eat them bones and all, you can bake them with rice, you can even find them in bread! I was buying one such 'loaf' the other day and I was met with a monologue about the prophet Noah, fish and something to do with Turks being related to Noah. I've never quite understood the propensity of certain of my dear friends to monologue about religion. It can be endearing to listen to at times as long as you have an escape route when the tea grows cold.
I have to point out that anything to do with anchovies brings a look of utter revulsion to the faces of my teenage kids.
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