I know I’m an acquired taste – I’m anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.
~ Tori Amos
To put it nicely – it was a definite acquired taste. To say it bluntly – it was begging to be tipped down the sink.
What I am talking about is (my version of) a drink composed of yoghurt, water, mint and salt from Tessa Kiros’ “Falling Cloudberries”:
#43 Airani – Page 148
John, my flatmate, seemed to eye it with suspicion as I sat on a nearby couch getting ready to drink it. My face probably confirmed every last suspicion he might have had. It wasn’t toxic, don’t get me wrong, but… well, I’m really not in a hurry to taste it again. Even if half of Cyprus drinks this on hot summer afternoons the same way I dive eagerly into amaretto gelato here on lazy evenings.
I had a burger for dinner as I haven’t in awhile. After the airani, beef in a bun never tasted so good.