Summer adventure

Too many hours baking in the sun waiting for the bus-that-will-never-come has given me an odd two-tone hue. That's to say - darker arms and neck and pale-as-a-ghost legs. I've applied generous amounts of sunscreen (which makes me smell like a man) on both portions - and still I turn up darker up and lighter bottom. Freaked me out the first time I saw myself like this in the mirror. So I've become somewhat of a hermit in my room of late.  Excuse me but between the spider-stomping, dirt scrubbing, sun heat escaping, angst-ridden observation of toilet-that-might-give-at-any-moment, and paper writing I've been fairly preoccupied.

Extreme Carb-ma Sutra :) Come prepared with a cold beer in hand

Still it is SUMMER. So in order to force myself out to crisp under the scolding sun I have devised an ingenious plan whereupon I can rightfully say I've been out enjoying the summer. Take out.

Excursion 1: Poutine, Turkish Pide and Aryan drink
No matter that my face was melting away and I was quickly losing visibility behind my sweat speckled glasses. Brazen and a bit disoriented from coming inside from the sun, I ordered a Poutine from a neighbourhood shop. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, I was holding in my hands a brown bag full of hot steamy carb-filled happiness. Happiness was so great that it burnt my fingertips.

Pide pride

Poutine? Think of all the things that could expedite you having a heart attack. Gravy. Check. Potatoes. Check. Wads of cheese curds. Check. Mmmm goodness.

Four forkfuls later and I was already sluggish and slurring from my carb-induced coma. Its definately a great hangover snack. Not really recommended if your sober and ready to tackle anything more wordy than ''heineken''.  Although definitely one of the better shop-bought varieties. Sorry Nigella darling - no alcohol included with meal.

Next up - Turkish pide. Having forgotten I had stumbled upon this food jem in the back streets of Istanbul (recommended only if you have a local guide with you) I ecstatically embarked on a journey to yet again test the boundaries of my stomach. Its just how I remembered. Except this one had dough filling that was light and airy enough to counteract the heavier cheesy inside. Note to self: order with eggs (baked open-faced) next time. Yum yum. Munching on the parsley offered on the side added convenience of taking off the salty edge of the feta version I took. Bonus: Aryan drink. Best served fresh from an aerating dispenser (makes the drink lighter and foamier). But the packaged yoghurt cup I took worked just as well. Trick: I took my handheld milk foamer (bought from IKEA) and gave it a quick whirl in my cup before consuming.