ISTANBUL – My Turkish friend İpek Eser and I were getting simit, a bread in the shape of a circle, sometimes with seeds or chocolate.  “Teşekkürler” is what İpek said to the guy at the trolley to thank him and I said, “Moteshakeram.”  When I was counting, looking for sugar, checking the menu or drinking … Continue reading Finding so much in common and why I’ll never eat Iranian baklava again