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Morel mushrooms and mother’s day…

This was our dinner the other night…

It was ammmmazzzzing…

Since we have been grown…usually my own mother is happily hunting morel mushrooms in the woods instead of with us…which is awesome! She gets this crazy passionate fire in her eyes when she talks about mushroom season and deserves more than anyone some alone time in the woods…

This year everything is early…lilacs, the everything including mushrooms so she had gone the weekend before. Her and her partner in mushrooming crime:) found a haul rain or shine!

We were so blessed to have this gourmet meal shared…a fresh morel mushroom, fresh farm raised eggs, and fresh asparagus omelet…

Note the purple hue of fresh asparagus, so tender, never stringy and from what is left of the little green house, the asparagus and rhubarb patches…

The leaf is a Nettle. They bring us back to Turkey…my cute father-in-law would go pick this prickly green without gloves…ouch! Bring them back for my mother-in-law to saute with onions and lots of olive oil. Side of fresh yogurt… delicious!

Unfortunately no picks yet but my dear hubby has been making fresh yogurt for us. It is amazing how moving across the world brought out the chef in him…I did the same in Turkey…

I don’t have a picture of the final omlette either but you just have to take my word for it that it was one of the best things I have ever eaten;)

On this mother’s day I feel so blessed with two daughter’s of my own. To have the most amazing role model mother as well as dear sweet aunties and mother-in-law!

Thank you everyone for your help!

xo

Lakes instead of seas…railroad tracks…

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My little family and I left the Aegean Sea months ago… I miss it! The smell, the color shift depending on the mood of sky…from blues to greens to grays and back again… that salty smell… That vibrancy in that … Continue reading

Budding…

The weather has been amazing here…and nature knows what to do…pops of vibrant new growth green contrast from the hearty brown that survived the winter.

As my baby belly grows big I feel constant flutters of life and an occasional bum or elbow stick out for it all to be so real.

Baby dear #1 is excited for “my baby”…her baby sister to join us…she thinks she is at least…

My hubby is settling in but misses his country. Not so much his country but the lifestyle he knew. Everyone knows him, he has tons of respect and a good reputation built up there. A go getter who can no longer do it all by himself. Language and delicious Turkish food. (I miss the food too and feel fortunate to be able to relate to all those feelings as I lived in his country for 5 years:)

I have been writing lately. Feels good. Defining what I’m doing. reminiscing. exploring. The beginning of a bio for my new Kisa Kollections website, perhaps?

Since I can remember I have loved the hunt and the gather with my hands… my eyes… the experiences with all the senses involved…that treasure hunt for beautiful and interesting things.

Lilac flowers pop in May in Minnesota. When I was young during this time this was MY hunt.

I would creep in around neighbors yards, having previous years mentally mapped out where the most fragrant lilacs bloomed.

Down by the edge of the road grew the whitest ones, the lightest lavender hue.

If I stood on my tippy toes at the edge of the neighboorhood I could pull down the branch and clip the coveted “double” one, double dose of pretty petals.

The smaller variety with the deepest lavender hue popped from the corner of the yard, over the compost heap.

I would bundle these beauties all together and present them, usually to my mother, to adorn the dining room table and allow us all to gasp at their fragrance and beauty.

My own back yard has grown, although solidly rooted in Minnesota but branches have embraced experiences around the world, most personally profound were 5 year stints in each southern California and my now second home of Turkey.

While my hunt has progressed from lilacs to other lovely treasures to adorn the body and elicit gasps of “where did you find that?”. My heart remains the same.

I hope you will enjoy the collections I have put forth for you. You too appreciate the hunt, the travel and the stories interwoven in the pieces; from their evolution of materials, ancient techniques and histories, to story of how they got on your lovely self.

wear, share and make new stories…

How are you all?

How is spring effecting you?

Just a little reminder…I heart comments!

xo

Where have you been?

Hello darlings, Any of you out there who still may stumble upon this blog…

Where have I been? Well…

I suppose I was/am nesting…

Nurturing that hilarious two year old with the exploding vocabulary while growing another little one in my belly. Motherhood is a busy little existence.

We walk in the snow, pushing strollers or pulling sleds depending on that great truth of Minnesota winters; the weather. Relishing in this year’s mildness. Feed the squirrels and the birds. Dig in snow and dirt. Walk across frozen lakes. Pet puppies and drink hot chocolate.

Lots of cooking going on in my momma’s kitchen(She is sharing her house again with us); The inspiration that is her own elegant presence and wealth of knowledge she is mixed with piles of cookbooks and cooking magazines and yes folks…all in the English language:)

We needed recovery time from the craziness of the holiday season, although enjoyed extended family time while we waited for our own small family to be reunited, my mysterious Turkish husband that wooed me in his land almost 5 years ago…

I have a consistent yoga practice now and feel pretty rockstar about my chaturanga dandasana done on my knees with a big round belly.

As of a week ago we feel more complete because baba(daddy) has joined us in Minnesota after 3 long months of separation. For days baby girl had to ask him, “no going?” for fear he may leave. Now they just laugh together. The kind of child’s giggle he evokes from her makes you smile no matter your mood! So nice to be together…I steal kisses all day long…

As we are a united front again it is nice to feel like we can settle in a bit here. It is no longer a place to come on vacation and fit into the cracks of everyone’s everyday life. Attempting to make Minnesota the home base(for now…yes I did just write that). Get a routine. Get a plan. Take some action together. Support each other.

How are you?

I miss the chickens…

Our neighbors had chickens. We had our dog. All the spare vegetable peels, fruit peels, breads and grains went to feed the chickens. All the meat and macaroni leftovers went to the dog. Nothing was wasted.

As we were moving from Didim the neighbors were too. As the house is their summer house and were headed back to Izmir for the winter. They, yes this happens and is delicious, killed some for meat and some how shoved a few live ones in their Mercedes Benz with them to give to his brother for his farm…real characters to say the least and really nice neighbors.

They left one behind, purposefully so our daughter who had made a daily ritual of walking across the lawn to visit wouldn’t be without one to feed and “chat with” (or scold) as the above photo shows. Or they figured we could have a nice meal one night.

I miss the fresh farm eggs. Every few days my husband and daughter would climb into the little white topless jeep, (carseatless, I prayed everytime) and drive down the dirt roads to go get fresh eggs from the local farmers. It was their cute little ritual which they both loved. At the farms our daughter would pet big cows and their calves, watch the chickens run and scratch for food, feed baby sheep and goats and just have a little thing she did with her “baba”-daddy. I miss my husband.

I miss my husband. She misses her daddy. He misses us but we will all make it through. There is skype…

I miss the chickens, our dog who had to go live with another family, I miss only eating seasonal foods, I miss the freshness of the produce, the pazar where you buy it and being able to taste it all before you buy it!

I miss family and food…that’s what life is all about I guess…

That said I am not looking back about our decision to give MN a try…for the family and food here…

I realize now the huge food waste in this country, portion size is off the charts and everything is wrapped and boxed in copious amounts of plastic. No dogs or chickens to feed the excess to at my mom’s house(although of course we could have them again outside the cities limits) but the city of Wayzata does have a great organics composting program which she faithfully participates in.

All around good to be back and life changes take time to settle into…xoxo

Will the grass be greener on this side of the Atlantic?

So an update is…

Enjoying fresh brewed coffee, yogurt with my mom’s homemade granola, kisses and cuddles from gram first thing in the morning and throughout the day…

Our daughter and I are in Minnesota.

maples, mums and green grass everywhere

Translating my baby girl’s Turkish for my family members…she is already picking up more English but I never want her to lose her Turkish…

We are not so patiently awaiting news that my husband’s immigrant visa has come through (please hurry gov!).

Taking long walks. Crunching through fallen leaves. Admiring the lake instead of the sea. Smelling that fresh water not the salty. The colors. Fall here means reds, oranges and yellows. Crisp in the air is fresh…awaiting the snow but enjoying the sun…

We spent the past weeks cuddling with baba, babanne, abi and hal. Laughs and tears always…always bittersweet.

Saying goodbye to our sweet(at times crazy) German Sheperd…that was harder than I expected…we had to give her to my husband’s friend…a new home.

Packing up the house is always a pain but I never let myself feel completely settled there…completely at home…all this moving in my life makes it so much easier to get rid of STUFF…it’s just stuff and there were plenty of people to absorb it into their lives and put it into good use…How quickly we collect stuff…

We have unloaded the stuff we did bring into grandma’s spare room. Checking out what we had left behind from previous visits/years too…hoping to sell some stuff, I mean treasures, unique finds…

Baby girl is happily playing with some treasures grandma had tucked away for her from our youth…

Happily spending time with each family member…

Thinking about health insurance, cell phones and bank statements…settling in… hopefully just outside the rat race…allowing it to be a slow transition…don’t get too panicked…

Hoping and working towards a jewelry and accessory line. Collected inspiration and physical pieces. Now it is making the plan and making the time…making a space for it…grandma’s are the best babysitters.

Soon to come…silks, stones, gold, colors, vintage buttons, fabric finds, estate sale treasures, hand-printed scarves, oya that is Turkish lace work…combining the explosion that is my life into one cohesive line…

Will the grass be greener here?

Literally speaking it is and it is everywhere!

Figuratively…we’ll see…

“Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination.”
-Roy M. Goodman-