hot milk custard

This was the first thing we had in Amman. We had just checked in to our hostel after a three-hour bus ride across greenish desert (Jordan seems to have a lot of that), and we walked across the street in the cool morning chill and ordered a hot milk custard at the little stand across the street. Two cups were removed from the stack, a big vat of hot ivory stirred up and spooned into the cups, then topped with a few shakes of cinnamon and a pinch of coconut. We both stirred it all up and took careful sips to warm ourselves up slowly, huddled over the gumball machine outside.

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