The other day, we made slices of potatoes in the oven, flavored with sauce. It was very nice. We hadn't eaten potatoes for a long time and we missed them. While I was eagerly eating these beautiful potatoes, I remembered a life story I had heard long ago, a dramatic life story that happened 30 years ago.
You know, we remember some events that will cry while living, laughing after a long time, it's such a story.
This is the life story of two intelligent students who came from different lifestyles, different geographies and cultures, but with the same level of knowledge. The two young people studied Medicine in different cities and were appointed to their first positions with the title of doctor. This was a very small provincial town. Thinking about thirty years ago, they started working as a health center doctor in this town, where social life is limited even now. One is a young, dynamic, harpoon-like lad, and the other is a beautiful, smart, somewhat muted family girl. A winter passed as a colleague. With the spring, emotions blossomed and there was a rapprochement between them. It soon turned into an emotional relationship. Although their family structures and world views were different, the young people were caught up in the wind of their own feelings and decided before winter came and got married without notifying their families.
The winters would be very cold there, they bought wood and coal, rented a small one, left the lodgings and set up their own lives. In one room, a sofa bed, a desk chair has taken everything necessary to live. They filled this little house with their love and made a warm home. Winter has been long and a bit difficult.
Spring and summer have come again, but like any good thing, it fled quickly. It is winter again. Winters have always been long and hard here. The most important need is to warm up. They have to learn how to light a stove. Warm-up was not a problem, but you also need to cook for nourishment. In those years, there was no place to buy ready-made meals, not even a lahmacun. A neighborhood grocer, and a peasant market on weekends. Both of them did not learn how to cook in their student life because they ate ready meals in dormitories. Our new daughter-in-law, when she was a student, learned to cook potatoes with meat or minced meat, the only meal they knew, when she went to her friends who stayed home on weekends. The only food he knows is Potato with Meat.
Morning breakfast, bread cheese olives and tea. It is easy, but the food thing is a bit of a problem, she. The bride, your daughter, did not have much talent in this regard. Like now, Google brother doesn't answer all questions and give recipes. All he knew was that they had to eat potatoes with meat.
The young man picks up meat cubes and the girl adds some tomato paste and oil and a pot of potatoes. In the first days, it is better than starving, and sometimes it is minced meat, they were grateful for a big difference, and as time passed, this monotony started to tire.