Larnaca used to be home to lovely scented flowering shrubs which J occasionally not all that daringly picked from where they grew in front of the police station. We’d spotted a rather scruffy example on the road to the Saturday market and saved an unhopeful looking spray.
So yesterday we stopped at a nursery near the Alsançak supermarkets, equipped with photographs and Latin name, to inquire whether they carried same. Apologised for not knowing the Turkish name. Apparently it’s senna - as is the English and the short version of the Latin. The girl was kind but explained they’re endemic, and suggested looking on the mountain. Well, endemic explains the lack of police concern at J’s harvesting from their hedge. If they weren’t about to stir themselves to pursue speeders passing the station then a few sprigs of a bush that grows wild would hardly merit their attention.
However, J has been nurturing a few seeds from a pod that accompanied the spray we acquired near the market and today shows me the one which has produced a tiny green shoot. So, maybe….
Make pudding out of a packet for the first time in decades. Bought it Christmas Eve in case the custard I planned didn’t survive my attempts to create it without refinements like scales or measuring cups. Not impossible to find oneself with a saucepan of hot milk and scrambled egg fragments. But custard was fine and had forgotten the packet until noting today most of a litre of milk needing to be used. The package, helpfully, has directions in Turkish, English, German, French and Arabic. Still guessing which glass is equivalent to a cup, but less critical without eggs.
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