Simply Delightful

Today I discovered that Edmund was really onto something when he demanded Turkish delight from the White Witch. We went to Meteora, an area of cliffs jutting out of the middle of nowhere upon which are perched a number of monasteries. These were built as long ago as the 14th century...I think the monks just realized how awesome it would be to have their homes be like a mega-version of a tree house.

More importantly: for some reason the nuns tempted us with trays of Turkish delight at each monastery we visited. While we actually only visited two monasteries, I had upwards of 5 peices due to my mooching off of people who didn't really like it. In Greek it is called loukoumi (λουκούμι). Picasso enjoyed it very much.



It's so gooey and subtley flavored (of rosewater and lemon -- how delicate!) and I managed to utterly spoil my appetite for lunch (which I still managed to not only eat, but I smuggled pieces of bread away in my purse as well.) I'm determined to learn how to make this wonderful little dessert.



What a dream, right?