The morning jaunt to the market came with a warning.
The old chap from the cafe over the road – which I hobble past every day – was gesturing at my foot, pointing to the Cassava root ( mmmm ), and wagging his index finger.
On asking Henry over coffee, it turns out the delicious root (
Apparently, the ground Yuca is acceptable, but the sap from the root – which looks like a white carrot – is released upon chopping, and does all varieties of mischief.
Henry being his generous self has offered to bring some for my sampling tomorrow. I shall report back therewith.