I knew that the one thing that Darrell was desperate to try from my travels was real Turkish - Turkish Delight. A doner kebab holds no mystery for him, but the thought of tasting Eastern Promise sent little shivers down his spine in a foreign comestible type way.
He’s tried this ……. but it just isn’t the same!
So when Darrell thought he’d had all of his surprises from me, I sat him down at the table and said we were going to nibble in the manner of Sultans.
To see the delight (and sugar) on his face (and fingers) was a joy akin to watching Wolves win at the Molineux. Bless him.
2 comments:
Mmmm, Turkish delight lol I hope you enjoyed it Darrell xx
Whilst nibbling, did you have visions of belly dancers? I attempted to belly dance on a table but in a Greek restaurant. I didn't have the belly nor the rhythm. Why not teach Darrell to be a whirling dervish? A bit like the Tazmanian Devil but with an ascetic touch.
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