The search for the missing dish - Emma goes 'bowling' in Turkey

 

Emma eyed up the cheesecake but bit into a banana instead.  Her willpower was strong and she was determined to stick to the PH super-fit, super-fab and super-funky  plan suggested by the men in black to prepare them for their mission - recovering the missing equilibrium from somewhere in the depths of Kalkan bay, Turkey, and thereby saving the world - obviously.  

The team were settling in well to their new routine.  Whilst students, accompanied by a crack SAS team led by Alison, were climbing mountains, abseiling down gorges, white water rafting and learning to sail, the staff were engaged in an equally exhausting programme learning to water ski, snorkel and appear to be lounging around doing nothing -  whilst  really being totally aware of what was going on around them.

It had been drummed into them that good nutrition was essential and the good folk of Kalkan had beem thrilled to welcome them to many of their 200 restaurants each evening to ensure they partook of a good, varied diet.  Indeed, the local restaurant owners were almost delirious with happiness when they discovered that the PH crew were carrying the rare and exotic gold and silver tokens, which they were prepared to hand over in exchange for 3 courses and a bottle of wine (each).  

But back to Emma.  This kindly soul recognised that maybe one day they would need to let their hair down and celebrate.And she was worried.  Whilst PH staff had been trained to 'share', she had noticed that this did not always apply to the food they ate.  There was a definite tendency to 'one man, one plate - (or bowl)'.  And frankly, she felt that whilst Kalkan had stores catering for jewellery, handbags, lighting and turkish delight there was a definited defecit of beautiful bowls in the town. 

She'd noticed the 'sold out' and 'back soon' signs in the local shops that sold ceramics and was aware that restaurants were increasingly providing plates to share, with waiters hovering nearby ready to snatch them back when the last morsel of ris de veau a la financiere had been finished.

What could be happening to all this crockery?  Emma was determined to find out - even though it was dangerous...

But wait!  Reader, I can not carry on at the moment.  Could it be that the situation is too dangerous?  Or maybe Mrs C has discovered a hidden hoard of plates in the dishwasher.  Whatever.  We need to put this article on hold..........