In my home, we have something called umarindaly. It's rice pudding with some sort of jam on top. I don't really know what the jam was as I never had to make it myself, but it was delicious; growing up, our cook was usually the one to prepare it, so that much is beyond me. It was some sort of berry.
But anyway -- I mention this, because the last time I mentioned particularly missing a consumable from home, a crate of it showed up in the wine cellar of my tower.
ZOYA
In case I didn't mention it, since I'm not always good at mentioning such things, I appreciated your coming by.