Yayla Soup

The covers and screen protectors for technological devices cost an arm and a leg. I have always hated tech companies for this. There is no way these things cost that much to produce to justify those prices. But people spend lots of money on their phones and tablets and they don't want scratches on their screens, so they grudgingly buy those exorbitant protectors.

Well, I was growing tried of this and finally decided to take a stand. I removed the screen protector from my phone and got rid of the cover. FREEDOM! At last! The difference between that old bulky phone with all those extra layers and this new phone was huge. It's now a pleasure to hold and touch. I guess it's more risky, those protectors usually do protect if you drop your phone or something. But I just be more careful about it and don't throw my phone around, which you shouldn't do anyway. It's been a while and no scratches so far and my only regret is not doing this earlier.

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Today in the class, I was raving about a soup which we call Yayla soup or Yogurt soup -though technically there is a difference, which is there is no rice in Yogurt soup and there is in Yayla, but it seems that most people are not aware of this, or don't care- and my friends said there was a warm and natural smile on my face while I talked about it. Well, I can't help it. I have very strong feelings about this soup, it's God's gift to humanity from Heaven.

The ingredients are very basic. Some yogurt, flour, rice, butter, dried mint, salt and water. You cook the yogurt, flour and rice in a pot and then add the sauce, which is basically melted butter with dried mint in it. The sound it makes when you pour the sauce into the pot, and the smell and the way it looks... If this doesn't make a man love the life, then there's something wrong with him.

I'm a plain man, I don't pick food and I don't recall complaining about a meal in my whole life, except maybe in childhood, which I don't really remember. This doesn't mean I don't have a taste though, I can differentiate between a well-prepared and poorly made dish and I appreciate a good meal. It's just I'm extremely low maintenance when it comes to food. Give me some boiled -or fried even better, potatoes and I will think you're the best.

There is one more thing I would like to say about Yayla soup and I mean it: I could have it every single morning and every single evening for the rest of my life without the slightest (of?) weariness. And might I add, I cook it very well myself. Here's a picture:

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