Living in Cyprus: Fruit Loaf & Currant Buns

image of currantsI have few passions apart from writing, but the most predominant is growing fruit. Since we arrived in Cyprus I’ve managed to grow oranges, lemons, nectarines, grapes and tomatoes — yes, it is a fruit! Next year I’ll be adding cherries, plums, apples and figs.

With this little venture, and it is little as I’ve not got that many fruiting trees and bushes, offers a sideline into my part-time hobby of bread making.

I’ve managed to grow a lot of sweet white grapes from one vine (the others are either resting or on strike) and in so doing I’ve had spare capacity (okay, I ate the rest) which I’ve allowed to dry out to form currants. So tomorrow I’m making one of my wife’s favorites, fruit loaf. I sometimes cheat with fruit loaf and use a bread-maker, which is what I’ll do tomorrow, but because I’ve got extra fruit I may make some currant buns or even currant scones – that will be a first.

One thing I have discovered this year, currants are controversial. Some people say true currants are derived from dried red or black berries, while others insist they are dried small sweet grapes. As I don’t have any berries, my currants are from grapes and I’m sure my wife will never notice as it’s she who eats my fruit loaf. No, I’m not a fan of fruit loaf, I like to each my gapes straight off the vine. Which probably explains why my blood sugars are up and I’m getting fat. Well, you’ve gotta go sometime so enjoy it while you can.

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I was born in the corner of the living room, behind the TV. So said my father many times, and the family agreed whole heartedly. That seems to have set the tone for the rest of my life. In the corner or behind the TV, what is officially known about my birth is that it took place in England to working class parents. My mother inspired me to write, Doctor Who and Isaac Asimov inspired my love of science fiction, Monty Python inspired me to be silly and I blame Billy Connelly for my infrequent bursts of bad language. After an uninspiring bout of education at Grammar School, I failed my GCSEs miserably. I blamed it on too much revision and not enough coffee - yes I was addicted at an early age. After a number of years working in an office and gaining the giddy heights of special director at the age of twenty-two I did what only a child of indeterminate birthplace could do, I resigned. Personal computers had just been developed, and I wanted to buy one to become a writer. So I got a job in a warehouse shifting boxes. It paid better than office work and I could use my brain to write stories in between tea-breaks. That was forty years ago. Now, after forty years as a computer programmer, I have finally come full circle and have started a career in writing. I may pop my clogs tomorrow, but I have managed one thing on my list of things to do before I die, writing and publishing a book. I currently reside in the Republic of Cyprus with my wife and two mad English Springer Spaniels.