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Nancy Harmon Jenkins's avatar

Such a profusion! I can smell the attar all the way in Maine. Must get me a damascene rose (or two or three) for the garden so I can make rose petal jam, which I had once on Crete, deep, dark red and so fragrant, spooned atop a bowl of snow-white yogurt, probably goat's milk (I didn't ask, regrettably). Thanks for the memory, Miz Luard!

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NAOMI DUGUID's avatar

Gorgeous!!! And your delicate painting of the roses! I remember being in a small homestay in Goreme in October 1982. Breakfast bread and butter etc came with a pale honey-looking jam. I asked what it was. I spoke no Turkish and my host no English. "Gul" he said. I recognised the word for flower. Of course it was rose petal jam, delicate and beautiful. Your post brought back the memory of that long ago day. ☀️🧡

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