Sunday Brunch

Today Daddy decided to take us all out to Brunch.  We headed out along our street to a restaurant called Saloon.  It was a 5 minute walk.  We took a lovely table out on the terrace under a canopy with comfy big red sofas.  Thankfully we were given the menu in English, which helped us to choose.  Findlay knew what he wanted straight away - scrambled eggs.  On the menu it said they were served with sweet green peppers, which Findlay asked to be left off.  Not a problem, the waiter said.  We've found that there aren't really "children's menus" but that you can ask for any dish to be altered or made smaller to suit little mouths.  Daddy had been here before and ordered the Omelette with cheese and veal ham.  Mummy decided to be adventurous and ordered the Turkish Breakfast for one.  This would come with 3 cups of Turkish Cay, which Mum isn't keen on so it was decided Daddy would have this and Mummy ordered a regular Latte.  On reading the menu it said that the chef baked fresh bread 3 times a day....and upon closer inspection, it would appear that fresh bread batch one would be just about ready.  We were right, out came a basket full of little bread rolls, all different, all warm - yum.  Findlay and Daddy ordered Apple juice and just after the bread arrived we heard a great whizzing noise.  Inside at the bar, the barista was pulping their Apple juice.  Fresh fresh Apple juice, which when it arrived, was bright green and by the end of the meal had turned slightly brown.  So delicious and sweet.

It didn't take long for the food to arrive and when it did, Mummy decided that the jar she'd brought for me was staying in the changing bag....I was going to tuck in to what the big people were having.  The scrambled eggs were a dish called Menemen, scrambled eggs cooked with tomatoes and green peppers .  Mummy had made a version of this the other week but it was nothing like this.  It was delicious and I scoffed away happily.  My big brother was not so convinced but munched on bread, tried the scrambled eggs and stole a few bits of Daddy's omelette.  Mummy's platter was very Turkish indeed.  A handful of skinned juicy tomatoes, which I helped her eat, slices of cucumber, a poached egg on a slice of lightly toasted bread, some different wedges of cheese, a bowl of olives and some butter and honey. It was the perfect mix of carbs and protein, savoury and sweet.

Mummy's Turkish Breakfast

What a relaxing way to spend Sunday morning and we left with full tummies, which stayed that way well into the afternoon.  Mummy and Daddy have decided to make this a regular thing to do while we are living here, and I have to say, that's fine by me!