Saturday, March 26, 2011

Blooming Cyprus...

No, not a complaint about Cyprus at all. Rather the reverse.

When one lives in the same place, particularly when one is not an adventurous soul, nor even particularly active, one tends to tread the same paths, and become almost unaware of one's surroundings. I have my regular walks to the Froutaria, and the local small supermarket; I have less frequent walks in the direction of St Helena's Church, or into town for the Post Office, or Larnaka Community Church. We walk to local friends' houses, too. But those routes are not particularly picturesque, and any changes are only gradual... so, after nearly five years in this house, I tend not to notice my surroundings any more.

Around noon today I realised I should probably pop out and buy some milk. The bakeries are open on Sundays, but their prices are rather higher than that of the supermarkets - and since I didn't go out at all yesterday, I thought I might just stretch my legs... then, as I left the house, I had a hankering for a slightly longer walk. I remembered that I hadn't been to the Thrift Store for a few months. I don't enjoy shopping, but I do like popping into second-hand places now and again...

So, instead of turning left, I turned right and headed towards the Thrift Store. And was struck, immediately, by the amount of green everywhere - it's rained quite a bit recently - and, even more, the vibrant colours. March, I remembered, is 'yellow month' - or so they used to say. I've written about that before. I had my camera with me, and whipped it out to take a shot of my favourite kind of weeds, which are blooming just about everywhere at present:


With so much rain, everything looks cleaner than usual, too.

I take the citrus trees for granted after over thirteen years in Cyprus, but I love the scent of blossom.. which, oddly enough, is present at the same time as fruit:


It wasn't just yellows that struck me. The route I was walking had several front gardens (yards), some of which hosted a gorgeous display of flowers. Hard to do them justice, of course:


Then I was struck (not, thankfully, literally) by this huge cactus which appears to have some kind of blossoming too:


I saw some mespila (loquat) trees, still green but with the promise of fruit in another month or so:


They made me feel almost nostalgic for our old garden, which sported two of them.. until I remembered what a pain it was removing the large stones, leaving a relatively small amount of flesh, in order to make jam that I didn't even like that much.

I saw this bush - yellow with tinges of pink. I don't even like pink much, but it's a very spring-like colour, and I thought the effect rather pretty:


Most surprising of all was this tree, covered with bright pink blossom:


It looked almost like an English tree. We were used to the white almond blossom at our old house - our neighbours had some almond trees, but they bloomed rather earlier than this. I'm not sure I remember seeing such amazing blossom in Cyprus before.

I put my camera away when I reached the Thrift Store, and browsed around for ten minutes or so. I found a couple of books I liked - one simply can't have too many, and they're only 50c each - but nothing else. Then I continued up the road, seeing and marvelling at more gorgeous trees and flowers, enjoying them for the moment rather than capturing on my camera. I knew that my photos - even enhanced on the computer - could not begin to do justice to the glorious, abundant works of art all around me.

I wondered, too, how anyone can see such amazing evidence of the Master Artist at work, yet still believe that such beauty came into being entirely by chance...

(Oh, and I did eventually get full circle to Orhpanides Express, and bought my milk).

Monday, March 21, 2011

Spring has, possibly, sprung in Cyprus

I'm not entirely sure where the past couple of weeks has gone, since I last wrote. Ten days ago we went to our friend Sheila's birthday dinner, taking some (home-mad) vanilla and also some toffee (caramel) ice cream:


- which went rather well with the cake her oldest daughter Marie had baked and decorated:


But my camera is rather devoid of photos since then, other than this one showing Sophia and Tessie, unusually, sharing the beanbag for a catnap:


I suppose nothing noteworthy has happened in our home or neighbourhood, which is all to the good, and a pleasant contrast to the world news which is currently full of terrible disasters and tragedies.

We've had some rain, off and on, which - to my surprise - has not come through the roof at all. And while we're still using our extra-thick duvet at night, and putting on an extra fleece in the evenings, the days are more springlike, the wildflowers are blooming, and our central heating comes on only rarely, when the house dips below the thermostat temperature. As I type, the sun is shining and the sky is blue, but only half an hour ago we had a brief rainstorm. At least I am not yet having to water the plants on the front patio.

We've had a visitor in our guest flat for the past week, and while she's out for most of the day, she's eating lunches and evening meals with us, so I've had to think about cooking for three, and (since our visitor is vegetarian) finding things a little different from our usual menus.

Right now, only just over two weeks after I tried my first experiment with making tomato ketchup, I'm making another batch. Yes, I've got through an entire batch (including some used in cooking) in sixteen days. Still, at a euro for about three kilograms of tomatoes, it's not exactly an expensive addition to our food bill...

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Poinsettia in Cyprus

Once again, our Christmas poinsettia is still thriving despite the fact that Lent begins (for Protestants) tomorrow, and (for the Orthodox) yesterday.

Here's how it looked when we first brought it home in December:


Each year since we've been in this house we've been given or bought a poinsettia shortly before Christmas. I don't know what made us put it on a table in front of a window in the living room the first time. We're not good with house plants in general, but I suppose I saw a space and plonked it down. And we didn't think of a better place, so there it stayed... and stayed... and, to our amazement, was still looking attractive in March.

So, having found what is apparently the ideal spot for Cyprus poinsettias, we've used exactly the same place each year.

Here's how the current one looked about a month ago:


And here's now it looks now:


The newer leaves are coming in green, and some of the red leaves have curled up and dropped off. It's decidedly past its brightest and best. But still an attractive plant, which I hope will last at least until the summer, based on previous experience.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Ketchup-making experiment

It's quite a confession for someone who generally avoids pre-processed foods, and makes pretty much everything from scratch.. but I really like tomato ketchup. I have done pretty much all my life, right back to young childhood when it was known as 'red sauce' in our family, since (at the time) I didn't like tomatoes.

I don't, of course, use ketchup every day. I wouldn't dream of using it with, say, roast chicken or a slow-cooked casserole (although one or two of my favourite crockpot recipes have ketchup as an ingredient) but I think it goes very well with lunch-time snacks such as cheese-on-toast or scrambled eggs. And it's also a good complement to some of the dishes I make regularly for our evening meal: cauliflower cheese, omelettes, chicken pie. We like it on chili con carne, too. It was quite encouraging to learn, about five or six years ago, that tomato ketchup is an excellent source of lycopene, which is a necessary nutrient in fighting all kinds of diseases, but not so easy to get from other sources.

Having experimented with one or two of the ultra-cheap brands when we came to Cyprus, we decided that the nicest, and best value for money was the DF brand:


I wasn't too happy that one of the ingredients is 'modified starch' (which probably means 'genetically modified') but it's only a tiny amount, and the thought of making one's own ketchup seemed like a huge hassle. I make jam and chutneys, but have never got into the process of canning (requiring simmering after bottling).

So, with just two of us in the house we got through about one bottle of DF ketchup per month, on average. Occasionally we'd buy Heinz if it was on special offer, but on balance I think I preferred the DF.

Then, last time we were in Metro, about four weeks ago, Richard saw a large container of ketchup, sitting next to the regular-sized bottles. He compared prices, and asked me, puzzled, why we didn't buy the big container and decant it as necessary into the squeezy bottles.

I was sure there was a reason, but couldn't think what it was, so I shrugged, and we bought it.


When we got home, I wondered why the large container didn't need to be refrigerated (though it was a good thing as it would take up rather too much fridge space). I compared ingredients, and noticed that the large container of ketchup had an extra one, not present in the smaller bottles: sodium benzoate. It sounded dubiously chemical to me, but a quick Google search suggested that it was a harmless preservative. I wasn't keen on the idea, so Richard suggested I eat up the regular DF that we still had, and he would decant the large container into a Heinz bottle, and eat it himself.

That worked well until about ten days ago when I finished my ketchup. I looked at the large container. I guessed it was probably what they use in restaurants, and when I tasted it, rather gingerly, it seemed to be exactly the same as the ketchup in the small bottles. I tried a very small amount of it last week, and had no ill effects... so thought I might as well use it too, at least until we'd finished the large container.

This past week, I had a migraine type headache on Monday. It was gone by the evening, and I was fine on Tuesday. Then it was back on Wednesday, AND Thursday. It was a long time since I'd had a migraine... they are triggered any time I eat MSG (monosodium glutamate) which is found in a lot of pre-processed foods and junk food, and also (sadly) in Marmite and soy sauce. Giving those up wasn't easy, but turned out to be well worth it.

I thought back to what I'd eaten since last weekend.

On Sunday, Richard was out sailing and didn't come back for lunch. So I pulled a leftover cauliflower cheese from the freezer, and ate that for lunch. With a LARGE dollop (or two) of ketchup.

On Monday, we ate crockpot Stifado with roast veggies, so I didn't use any ketchup on that.

On Tuesday, we ate chili con carne with baked jacket potatoes and peas, and I went rather overboard on the ketchup.

On Wednesday evening, I cooked omelettes and potato wedges (with mushrooms and peas)... and slathered on the ketchup.

On Thursday evening, we were about to eat fish pie (the old-fashioned English sort, with a white sauce, and mushrooms, and mashed potato on the top) - with, if anyone's interested, roasted garlic tomatoes, broccoli, and glazed carrots. Fish pie isn't something I make very often as it seems rather bland to me, but Richard loves it.

To counteract the blandness, I was about to use, again, a rather large amount of ketchup... and suddenly paused. I don't know if it was gut instinct, or Introverted Intuition, or a whisper from God... I felt suddenly sure that the migraines had to be connected to the ketchup. So I squeezed the very last drops out of the small bottles that didn't contain the extra presevative.

After we'd eaten, I looked up sodium benzoate more thoroughly - I wish I'd done so before - and discovered in various blogs and discussions that, for people who are sensitive to MSG, sodium benzoate is another likely migraine trigger.

Great.

Since tomatoes are so cheap in Cyprus - about 60c/kg normally, in our local froutaria, and sometimes a special offer with around 3kg for one euro - I decided to think once more about home-made ketchup. I was pleased to discover various recipes which could be frozen rather than canned, but most of them used canned tomatoes and pre-processed tomato paste.

Then I found this recipe for ketchup using fresh tomatoes. It looked extremely good. Naturally, I decided to adapt it somewhat; the author of that blog said that it was quite spicy, so I decided I'd leave out the cayenne. I like spicy food very much, but not spicy ketchup. I don't have any mustard seeds, so decided that, rather than buying some specially, I'd leave them out too. I don't have any allspice, so thought I'd use mixed spice instead. And since I follow Delia Smith's dictum that one can't have too much garlic, I planned to use four garlic cloves rather than two.

So, yesterday afternoon I washed, de-stalked and roughly chopped about 1.4kg tomatoes, and stuck them in a pan with a large chopped onion and about six crushed garlic cloves.


I was a bit surprised that I didn't need to add any water, but the tomatoes made their own juice pretty quickly. I figured that I would probably blend with my hand blending tool, rather than the liquidizer, and that I wouldn't bother to strain it (not wanting to waste anything) so rather than peppercorns, I ground some black pepper over it for a few seconds. I used a pinch of powdered cloves, too, rather than whole ones.

And when I was about to add paprika, I noticed that there were little weevils in the jar. Ugh. I have no idea where these nasties come from, but more than once I've found them in a half-empty spice jar, usually one that is probably well beyond its use-by date anyway. I don't use paprika much, so probably bought it years ago. It went straight in the bin, and I glanced at my other spice jars, wondering if I had anything similar. I remembered that turmeric has been hailed recently as a wonder-spice, so added a teaspoonful of that instead. Turmeric and lycopene... my ketchup will be a health food!

I simmered it for about 40 minutes, stirring from time to time, then let it cool for twenty minutes or so, removed the cinnamon stick and bay leaf, and liquidised it with the hand blender, as I would for soup. It took three or four minutes - possibly I should have simmered it for longer - but the result was fairly fine and smooth, if not quite ketchup consistency.

So I added the rest of the ingredients, reducing the salt to two teaspoons, and stirred them in:


It was rather orange, probably due to the turmeric, but smelled rather good. I brought it back to the boil and simmered for another twenty minutes or so, stirring frequently. Then I let it cool... and later on, put it in jars in the fridge.

I did taste it, and was astounded to find that it really did taste like commercial ketchup, with a more pronounced tomato flavour. I'm not sure what I was expecting, exactly, but it was good!

Richard's out today, so for my lunch I made some cheese on toast as a vehicle for the new home-made ketchup. If I'm being ultra-critical, I think there's a tad too much cinnamon, and also slightly more of a clove flavour than I want. But only slightly. Next time I might try leaving out the mixed spice (which is, after all, basically allspice, cinnamon, nutmeg and clove...). Or perhaps I'll just the mixed spice, leaving out the extra clove and cinnammon stick.

It's a bit runnier than I expected, but simmering for a bit longer would solve that one - not that it's really a problem. I liked the texture, despite it still having tomato seeds in it, since I didn't strain it. All in all, it feels like a most successful experiment. Perhaps we can now give up buying ketchup altogether...

Thursday, March 03, 2011

A walk to Larnaka Salt Lake

Late Sunday morning, I had a text from my friend Sheila, asking if I'd like to go for a 'walk-ish' by the Salt Lake. The '-ish' was because with small children, the walk was likely to be fairly slow and somewhat erratic. I thought that sounded a great idea - the sun was shining, there was just a hint of Spring in the air, and I knew the Salt Lake was nicely filled with water after the winter rains.

We don't live far from the Salt Lake at all - less than ten minutes' walk - so I'm not sure why I don't go there more often. It's a lovely place for a walk of just about any length. There's an official trail with a good path; those who like serious walking can go all the way around if they wish. But it's nice for a gentle stroll with small people too.

As soon as we arrived, we could see the flamingoes - hundreds, possibly thousands of them, in rows. Not that it's really possible to capture them on an ordinary camera, but this was the general impression:


.. and this is about as zoomed as I could manage. If you click the picture, it will take you to a slightly bigger version of the photo where it's very clear that they're pink flamingoes:


They're fascinating to watch. Quite noisy, too. And when they spread their wings, quite a deep red was showing.

I realised that it was several weeks since I last took a photo of my little friend Helen, who is now two-and-a-half. She was happy for me to photograph her with the two rather large rocks she wanted to adopt:


However, she was surprisingly tired, and when I said that no, I could't fit the rocks in my pocket, she decided to abandon them.

We walked only as far as the bird-viewing structure - steps up to a wooden viewing place, with seats, meaning the children (and adults) could have a rest. The birds weren't quite as close, but we did see someone sitting in the sand, with a high-quality camera, waiting for some good photos. And it was an attractive view over the lake.


While we were sitting there, another family came up, also speaking in English. After a little conversation they realised that they know me - slightly; I remembered them too. I do like bumping into acquaintances when out and about in Cyprus. It makes it feel more like 'home' - which it ought to, since I've lived here for more than a quarter of my life now.

One more photo, and then we began the - fairly slow - walk back.