Wouldn’t have needed to go to the store today if we hadn’t been out of yoghurt - although always happy to enjoy the short walk back looking up at the mountain. Stop part way to observe a standoff between two all white cats, rare colouring around here. The male making slow advances and the female unwelcoming but also unwilling to make an effective escape. Very slow unfolding drama. They look enough alike to be littermates. Incestuous? Eventually we leave with the resolution still unclear.
We always buy sheep’s yoghurt. Well, in Cyprus anyway. Canada more or less impossible and London neither cheap nor easy to find. Tried the Istanbul shop on Finchley Road, helpfully telling the man that they sell it in Türkiye. Yes, he sighed, but….
In part we like the taste but it’s also significantly higher in calcium than cow’s yoghurt - or, for that matter goat’s. Do know the word for sheep in Turkish although not the word for cow, so no longer totally reliant on the pictures on the labels. Also know the Turkish word for strained - as well as the fact that if it’s strained it won’t be sheep’s as sheep’s yoghurt has the creamy thickness without benefit of straining. There are a number of dairy companies but today for the first time this season we find sheep’s yoghurt in a clay container. Cow’s yoghurt always available in clay and the pots are nice, and reusable as small casseroles for baking, although there’s an obvious limit to how many one might need.