Our little supermarket down the road is interesting for what it has - and what it doesn’t have. And sometimes we’re running on guess work. The employees are very friendly but don’t speak noticeably more English than we do Turkish. Though at least - thank you Atatürk - the letters are Roman and not Greek.
So today we buy a packet of peanuts. Normally look - not always successfully either here or in Canada - for shelled unsalted ones. Salt usually pretty obvious and these seem clean. The real pleasure comes when we get them home. They’re raw - and lovely when J does them in a dry frying pan.
Had been looking for carob syrup as the bottle we had been given some time ago is down to its last few drops and we add it to the sheep’s yogurt and honey and fruit at breakfast. Had written down the translation - harnup şurubu - but hadn’t spotted any. Not near the pomegranate syrup or next to the honey. Finally see it today. Same aisle as the honey but other side. And labelled harnup pekmezi, which apparently translates as carob molasses. Fair enough. Have thought so many times of old Mr Czekaj in Hudson who spoke English well enough but didn’t really read it and lamented the fact that if there was no identifying picture on a container he had no idea what was inside. Clear glass jar in this case though, so not much doubt.
The police have found and arrested the four suspects in the donkey killing and charged them not only with harming animals but also with possession of explosive materials and illegal possession of firearms. Would actually be surprised if there were any legal possession of rifles here as there isn’t any hunting for animals larger than rabbits or partridge. The men have been detained for two days during the investigation. Feeling against them is running high and it wouldn’t be surprising if police had identified them on the basis of tips.
One of the four unwisely said to a journalist “If photographs of me are published publicly, I will shoot all of you when I get out”. A charming lot.
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