During our too brief sojourn in Prizren, Kosovo, we had the privilege of stumbling upon both the one hypermarket and salt-of-the-earth central market. Both offered a fascinating glimpse into Kosovar Albanians’ life. Young couples chatted at the hypermarket’s top-floor café, while grizzled men surrounded by bodacious pumpkins growled into their mobile phones at the adjacent produce market.
While the hypermarket was interesting for the massive amounts of merchandise available on its shelves, the produce market, plunked onto a parking lot next door, was far more entertaining. Vendors chatted us up, egged us on to buy fresh river fish, massive heads of cabbage with their own gravitational pull, and strands of peppers. Most produce was local; the rest was from either Albania (tomatoes and pomegranates) or Macedonia (apples).
The highlight for me was the fresh cheese market. Soft and hard cheeses were ready for purchase, marinating in plastic or wooden tubs. Realizing that my only chance to buy some yogurt NOT in a 32 ounce plastic container was fast fleeting, I bought about a kilo of goat jezuh for about one euro. The vendor scooped the doughy, slightly fermented goop into a plastic bag, and I was on my way.
I think the poor fellow at our hotel was mortified at my purchase, wondering what the heck would happen in a room at his new four-month old property. The results of my purchase is below. The taste was so unique, tart, rich, and just slightly bitter, but it was so heavy there was no way I could consume it all. The rest became a face and body mask. I do not know what beneficial bacteria were in the jezuh, but I did have soft skin and clear pores for the next 24 hours: