"When I lived in Turkey, we were driving across the country and saw a tent on the side of the road under some shady trees near a river. Suspended from the tent was a wooden barrel hung sideways with a spigot, and every now and then, the woman would move it back and forth to shake the barrel. We stopped over, and she opened the spigot and poured us a glass of some of the best ayran I've ever tasted!"

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