So, what are those piles of round, tan-brown fruit I discover here in the market? Larger than a walnut, but smooth. Smaller than a tangerine. The manager of the Ground Spices shop informs me, “Dried lemons.”
The manager senses my surprise and asks his helper to peel one for me. Dried lemon tastes like a lemon yet not so sour, with a zesty flavor, chewy consistency and a delightful, palate-cleansing aftertaste.
Several years ago, while on a trip to London to visit my English cousin Dorothy and her equally English husband Roger, I attended a theatre performance where, by chance, I met a lovely woman from South Africa whose name was Jocelyn. Together we planned some sightseeing for the next day.
When I mentioned my encounter and my surprisingly unplanned plans, my somewhat astonished cousin Dorothy queried, “Jan, how did you meet her?” (According to British polite society, Jocelyn and I weren’t “properly introduced.”) Roger immediately intervened and responded, “Jan chatted her up!”
So from this coastal city of Palanga I drove east towards the town of Kretinga and then northeast towards the village of Salantai to see Orvydas Garden, “…one of the most unusual sights in all of Lithuania.” *