Confessions

I know, from the way it started, this blog gave the impression of being a food blog. It's not. While I will talk about food and drink often, I won't restrict myself to those subjects.

I need to post the second part of the banana series but I'm waiting for an oppportunity to cook for some people. While I have made several variations on the dish I want to post about, they've always been improvised so I don't have a solid recipe. As soon as I try a few things out and make sure I've got something worth posting, it'll be up here.

So, onto today's subject. If you're not a Turkish speaker, you probably haven't heard of the very popular website itiraf.com. The name of the site means "confession". I guess initially the idea was that people would post anonymously about things they've done that they're ashamed to talk about with most people, but still want to get off their chests. Well, the scope has widened considerably, to the point where there are posts about cute things little kids do or impressions of foreign locations visited. With this widening came a small loss of popularity, but you can still find some posts that are genuine confessions, that, I don't know, I guess warm you up inside. Posts that actually seem worth putting on paper.

I saw one such post today. Since it's in Turkish, you will have to make do with my translation of it. There's a big difference between being bilingual and being able to translate well, so please excuse the poor job I did. I think you will get the gist of the post though.

"Over the weekend, my nine year-old dog and I went to the forest. We sang, we howled, we cooked meat over an open fire and drank wine. We played games, but he got tired very fast. In the evening, we came home. I took him in my lap and helped him get off the car. He moved forward using his front legs because the other two don't work. Happy and in pain we entered the house. I put my shovel and my gun down. I couldn't do it to my friend."