A weekend still, one that begs for you to partake in every undesirable; like pigging out on saturated fats and carbs, courtesy Turkish food.
Coincidence this that a few time zones apart, while a Turkish novel meets its strongest critique I nosedive headlong into all manner of Turkish delicacies.
That they were laden with subtle scents of kasbah's oriental spices, doused liberally with olive oil and supported immodestly with shimmering carbs is partly a reason why I over indulged and promised to eat only boiled veggies the rest of the week.
Lahcuman, pide, muhammara, minced lamb dumplings and a basketful of sesame topped Turkish rolls washed down with some Turkish coffee.
I fee like I've got inertia.
This body is in a state of rest, refusing to move.
Call a JCB to excavate me from this couch today.
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