I was walking in summer Belgrade, and whilst I was thinking of jigging chess players, I realized I am in the middle of green market. I bought some peaches and hot peppers (*paprika).
I was in a mixed mood. City is always prettier on summer, half-empty, hot. good and hot, unlike for example Copenhagen and Denmark (*my friends Danes complain on worst summer in their lives).
I passed by a grill-bakery and didn't resist to wiener schnitzel, ready to go in a nice fresh bun with still fresh lettuce.
And when I got home I decided to roast hot peppers on the stove burner. Serbian specialty - roasted hot peppers.
And ... they were so hot that the smoke made me cough. I had to open the windows.
So, the troubles in the kitchen is the subject.
Originally posted by vanderveldeSo this is not about farting in the shower.....
I was walking in summer Belgrade, and whilst I was thinking of jigging chess players, I realized I am in the middle of green market. I bought some peaches and hot peppers (*paprika).
I was in a mixed mood. City is always prettier on summer, half-empty, hot. good and hot, unlike for example Copenhagen and Denmark (*my friends Danes complain on worst s ...[text shortened]... ke made me cough. I had to open the windows.
So, the troubles in the kitchen is the subject.