Kazan — summer 2014

On the weekend I bought крыжовник. Had to look up the translation. In English they are called gooseberries. I don't think I've ever had gooseberries in the US. In fact, I think the first place I heard of them was in a Monty Python skit.

I bought this batch from a little old lady on the corner. God only knows where they were gathered... probably somewhere near Chernobyl. (I'm kidding. Chernobyl is a long freakin' way off.)

The unripe ones kind of taste like not-quite-ripe wild grapes. The ripe ones have a sweet, pleasant taste that I'm at a loss to describe. Click the picture for a larger version.