Saturday, August 6, 2016

Helva Blues



Helva Blues
One day Nasreddin Hodja felt like eating Helva. He would have made some but there was no butter, no sugar and no flour at home. The larder was empty, his stomach was empty and his pockets were empty. He was being tormented with the dream of a huge plate full of helva and he was getting hungrier and hungrier. Finally, he decided to walk down the road to the grocery store.
“Do you have flour?” he asked the grocer.
“I certainly do, Hodja Effendi.”
“Do you have sugar?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you have butter?”
“Yes, Hodja Effendi.”
“So, then what’s holding you back, my friend? Make yourself a good pot of helva and eat it!”

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