Cow Bells & Other Stuff

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Somewhere I read about buying a cow bell at the street market in Nev┼čehir, Turkey and I determined then and there that I must have my very own Turkish cow bell. As my husband and I always enjoy the local markets it really wasn’t any trouble to visit it.

The market wasn’t a disappointment. The aisles of colorful fruit and vegetable displays made me wish that we had a kitchen so that I could take some home and cook. Then there were the cheese merchants with their cheeses in 5-gallon buckets (though I don’t suppose they are called 5-gallon buckets there). The egg sellers with stacks and stacks of crated eggs. Clothing, do-dads, tools, sunflower seeds, a few used things. They had everything there. I bought a beat-up, old metal colander that hangs in my kitchen and adds a lot of character.

I finally found a box of cow bells sitting in a corner. Neglected! Poor things. You might not be aware of it, but the important thing when making the decision on which cow bell to purchase is how it sounds. It must be just right. Quickly the three men at the booth found more bells and were helping me ring them. I finally found the perfect sounding bell and we negotiated the price. I looked back as we were walking away, and the men were busy hanging bells from everywhere that they could hang one from. They were no longer sitting neglected in a box. They had no idea that women would come all the way from the United States to ring and buy their bells.

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