|Antique Armenian Lined Copper Gazan (ղազան)|
In this season of festivities, Marash Girl always needs
You +1'd this publicly. Undolarge gazans (ղազան), pots large enough to make boulghour pilaf, lentil pilaf, chick pea salad, and tortellini salad for 100. Ruminating on this fact brought to mind a favorite story of Marash Girl's Marashtsi relatives, a story oft-told in Turkish by her father Peter. Here goes in English.
One day, Nasreddin Hodja borrowed a large pot from his neighbor. After a week, he returned the pot to his neighbor with a tiny pot inside.
The neighbor, surprised, held up the small pot and asked, "What's this?
"Oh," replied Hodja, "the pot had a baby."
The neighbor, delighted that Hodja was crazy enough to believe that a pot could have a baby, carried the large pot and the baby pot home with him.
A week later, Hodja borrowed the large pot again. The neighbor was happy to lend Hodja the pot. . . But this time, Hodja did not return the pot.
The neighbor went to Hodja's house looking for his large pot: "Where's my pot?" he asked, annoyed.
"The pot died," intoned Hodja.
"Died?" shouted the neighbor. . . "How can a pot die?"
"If a pot can have a baby, a pot can die!" chuckled Hodja.