It's summer!

Well, almost. The weather feels summer-like. I feel I should change the title of my blog, seeing as I'm not in Turkey anymore, and haven't been for quite some time.

Here is a picture of some dried poppy plants my friend gave me back in Trabzon. She said they grow like crazy in the Izmir region, but people who grow them can only have so many due to government restrictions. Gotta keep away from the opium dealers or something.



I love the sound they make. If you shake them, they make the softest sound, similar to those plastic eggs with beads in them. You can eat them for breakfast if you like. Break open the shell and inside are the little black seeds that make their appearance on bagels here in the States. I can't remember exactly what she said to do with them next, but you cook them somehow and put them on toast with butter. Mmmmm, it sounded delicious.

The Germans use poppy seeds for sweets. My mother makes the best poppy seed cake in the whole wide world.

Perhpas one of my Turkish friends can help me remember what to do with poppy seeds in the morning.