I am interested in how cultures spread outside their places of origin. Those of us Americans who have been fortunate to travel overseas can’t help but notice American foods, films, and other products far from home. And not always the ones we are most proud of.

The Turkish culture has long been influential in the Middle East. My Iraqi students told me that all the clothing sold in Iraq is from Turkey, and I suspect that is also true in other Arab countries as well as some of the “stan” countries. Turkey is also moving to Europe. In 2010, the fashionable Turkish women’s store, Yargici, opened a boutique in Paris.

http://greenhotelparis.com/ecotourism/yargici-turkish-fashion-paris/

Most Turkish items that reach the United States are related to food. This is great: Turkish cuisine is both delicious and healthful.

These curved “tulip” glasses, are made by a prestigious Turkish glass manufacturer, Pasabahce. Sold at The Caspian Sea market near the University of Minnesota, they are de rigeur if you’re drinking Turkish tea!

Centrally located in St. Paul’s Midway neighborhood, The Black Sea restaurant sells delicious soups and kebabs.

Filfillah restaurant in north Minneapolis offers Iskender, a Turkish favorite.

Filfillah also offers the popular, spicy Adana Kebab.

In New York, the sight of a Mango store reminded us of Istanbul, even though the store is Spanish in origin.

We saw a pudding restaurant on the lower East Side, which had to be Turkish inspired. It is not unusual for restaurants in Turkey to be entirely devoted to sutlu tatli (milky desserts).

I realize that grilled eggplant is native to many Mediterranean countries, but I’m going to give this one to Turkey anyway. Mmm!

One of many food trucks in New York offering Turkish cuisine.

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I was carrying another agricultural product with me, something I call “crunchy raisins.” (I think, but am not sure, that dried fruits are okay to bring into the U.S.) The first time I bought Turkish raisins and discovered seeds, I was disappointed, frustrated at making yet one more foreigner mistake. But then a Turkish friend pointed out that seeds are healthy, “good for the blood.” So I tried a few, cautiously at first, and then more enthusiastically. The seeds, it turns out, help cut the cloying sweetness.  It didn’t take long before I became a fan.

Arlene, one of our early visitors, liked the raisins so much that she asked me to bring some home for her, and they are making their appearance in this blog before she knows they are hers. When I purchased them the other day, I murmured America-da yokto the clerk, meaning that this item isn’t available in America. His immediate 
comment? Olmaz, that can’t be.

Surely every kind of thing is available in America. 

Another thing I jammed into my suitcase was a set of Turkish tea glasses. Turks do not drink tea out of mugs or coffee cups, but instead small tulip-shaped glasses. At first that seemed odd; a glass was surely too hot to pick up with near-boiling beverage inside. But gradually I learned to hold the glass delicately, at the very top. And Turkish tea—the leaves braised over water and then slowly steeped—is a subtle, delicious treat.

A recent visitor wanted a set of Turkish tea glasses for her daughter and I have purchased a typical design like the one above, making note to buy myself a set exacty like it before I leave Turkey for good.

lentil soup. (Just checked in my Minnesota kitchen, and no lentils in sight.) Never mind, I can go to the Iranian-Turkish store near the University of Minnesota. The story goes that this store was originally run by and for Iranians, but the Turks in town convinced them to stock their food items as well.

It will be fun to hunt down this store, just as I ferret out places in Istanbul’s Old City, experiencing and re-experiencing the triumph of “discovery.” And it will be fun to meet an Iranian or two. They have the same forbidden mystique people from China and the Soviet Union had during the Cold War.

My suitcase is full of stuff I’ve bought that is Turk-ifying my life. A navy and white flowered housedress that I use as a bathing suit coverup. It is the most flattering coverup I have ever had, and was a steal at 15 TL (about $9.00) at the weekly market in Edirne. I paid a local tailor 8 TL (about $5) for alterations.

A peshtemel, something new to me that I am really excited about. It turns out that, at the beach or pool, a heavy towel is really not necessary. All you need is a light, soft length of cloth to dry and wrap yourself in. Peshtemels come in all kinds of lovely colors and designs, and have been a staple in Turkish life since Ottoman times.

Angela bought a really pretty peshtemel.