Kada sam ustao jutros, htjedoh napraviti doručak za moje cure, ali kada sam vidio da nemamo dobrog hljeba, odlučih da ne odem do lokalnog pekara, što obično radimo vikendom, nego da sam probam napraviti zemičke.
Read more…Blog: food
I dag har jeg lavet en pragtfuld middag for min familie. Jeg stod rigtig tidligt op, så lidt den sindsyge Gordon Ramsey på TV og fik indirekte inspiration til at lave mad. Jeg kørte til Bilka og købte alle nødvendige råvarer og gik så i gang. Resultatet var en ret fuldstændigt “opfundet” af mig som, ifølge min dame, smagte fantastisk.
Read more…Jeg har boet i Danmark siden 1993 og jeg synes stadigvæk, at der kan være nogle skikke i landet som jeg hverken kan tilegne mig eller vane mig til. Men tiden har gjort sit. Jeg er nemlig blevet i højere grad dansker og/eller i det mindste meget mere fordansket bosnier. Jeg har aldrig lagt skjul på, at der var altid nogle ting i dette lille, besynderlige land, der har irriteret mig, men jeg kan mærke, at (irritations- og undre)listen er blevet en del anderledes, for ikke at sige mindre, med tiden.
Read more…I dag var åbenbart en af de dage hvor alt var i kagernes tegn. Først kom min mor på besøg og bragte en æblekage. Så var de svigermors tur. Hun lavede rigtig god og smagfuld strudel. Og til sidst (men ikke mindst) bragte vores bosniske nabo de fantastiske krofne, en slags berliner. Det var underligt, men ekstremt “sødt” med alle de kager… Og ingen af dem vidste at de andre to har også lavet kager!
Read more…Today I made Bosnian peksimete [peck’see-méteh] for the first time in my life. Many of them were actually surprisingly good. And soft. I couldn’t find the recipe in English, so here comes my version of peksimete, probably the shortest recipe in the history of mankind:
- Make the dough as for bread.
- Stretch it and cut in pieces. Make sure the dough is at least 5 mm tall.
- Put the pieces in boiling oil. Voilà.
I felt a little guilty lately, since my wife and I haven’t been out much for the last couple of months. There were many reasons, but, I guess, being around our daughter was the main one. I wanted to break the restaurant drought, so I invited her to Restaurant Toscana in Vejle.
Read more…Last Sunday my good friend Bjarke and I drove from Vejle to Aarhus, the capital of Jutland. Although Sunday, many shops were opened, so we wanted to make the best out of the last day in the weekend. After visiting several shops, mostly electronics (no, we’re not geeks!), our stomachs outvoted us and so we were in the search for a decent restaurant.
Read more…You know I am a Bosnian, right? And as a real Bosnian, I love ćevapi, grilled Bosnian style ground beef and lamb kebabs, served with a pepper sauce and a butter sauce. As one can read at this blog, I was this summer in Bosnia with my brother Elvis and friend Bjarke. We ate tons of ćevapi almost every day, not only at one ćevabdžinica but many places and cities, also in the capital – Sarajevo. Actually, we ate ćevapi at the legendary place called “Željo”, placed in the old part of Sarajevo called Bašćaršija. And let me tell you one thing: They are good!
Somewhere at some random forum I stumbled across this postulate written in Bosnian:
Ko nije jeo ćevape u Želji, taj živi bez cilja, zakopan u tami.
In English, it means something like: Who didn’t eat cevapi at Željo, he lives without any purpose, entombed in darkness.
Pretty sound and clear.