My mum has this really cute way of giving us posh food. (By us I mean my sis' and my own household.) Here's the established pattern:

1) When we visit and when it arrives, she excitedly shows us the latest catalogue of a kind of mail ordered frozen goodies. (That company has some really really cool products, for, of course, five times the mortals price. But their pistaccio ice-cream made me rethink my attitude towards pistaccio ice-cream. Let's say - if you got it, it's worth the money.)

2) We, I, kind of mark the stuff we would have if we had money and leave the post-it with the numbers on the cover. Or names are clearly marked. We order, like, three or four items. We would live without them just fiiiine, they are vanity food anyways.

3) She orders her own stuff (buckets of ice-cream in all kinds and forms) and ours and then calls us how much the stuff we asked for cost..! But she doesn't say 'give me that money', she just says 'this is the last time!'

4) When the stuff arrives, she calls us all excited that it did and complains how it doesn't fit into the freezer, we have to come get it, pronto. We do. We show how excited we are also.  Again, there are the remarks on how much we spend, but her complaints about the cost of food is something I probably heard the day I was born. This is how she loves to buy us posh food. At first i was embarassed for even asking, but I noticed how happy she is when my sis does it, regardless of how she sounds. It's her thing. It always has been. Now I know that, too. I can live without the yummy goodness, but making her happy in such a weird way is kind of cool. There are always two stages of her regret - 15 seconds at the cash register and 5 seconds when it fails t fit into the fridge. The rest is her joy.

*In case you were wondering - I got: minced meat rolls with gauda cheese centers; four-flavored ice cream (amarena, wallnut, coffee and straccatella); four flavored veggie dumplings; first cooked and then slightly fried gnocchi with cream centers.... And I'm on a fucking diet.

One long Saturday

It's been ages since I've been to a posh restaurant!

Morning stared out pretty hectic.. there was some good diggydiggy and then instantly the haste of me showering and Piček getting junior.. And as soon as we collided, we rushed forth to sis's place to dismantle the front door lock. It needed changing. Gran refused to return the keys, so instead of living in constant dread, we decided to change all locks... Yes. Gran is THAT scary.

Piček easily handled the lock and we all drove uphill to give some exhibition opening texts to mum (she's a critic, so she passes time by opening exhibitions.. It's why as a child I have more quality hours in exhibitions than kindergarten. I always deemed them the ultimate events: you get the music, the food, the lesson in art and the art itself.... And of course the aloof sense of detachement from regular audience. Otherwise I might have felt threatened by some of the work.)

Next was the installation of the posher lock, the kind that stays in place even after the rest of the door's been blown out and it was kind of great driving around in this company: Piček at the wheel, sis riding shotgun, me at one window, Maggie at the other and junior in between... plotting where we could go X-mass shopping..  Vienna? Belgrade? What would be more wild and had better museums? :p

Finally Piček, junior and myself drove to a restaurant, meeting Piček''s birthday mum and the rest of the family. I think because of junior I felt completely a part of them, otherwise I might have felt a little bit like a guest on trial still.. The soup we began with was bad, so I was worried it may prove to be a mistake, but as it was pumpkin season, the marinated meat and veggies (pumpkins! :D) and gravy were amazing.. But nothing compared to deserts! Kids had mousse and adults had fruits-of-the-forest ice-cream in these delightful place/bowls and strong coffee so we didn't all pass out... It was SO good. Honestly, best out-door meal I've had in ages.. Worth the load of money lady paid.. 

Ultimately we drove back home, the boys did math homework and I transcripted some of Piček's work stuff. My wrist hurt. I haven't written by hand in too long.. Am getting Sepp illiterate, lol..

Bit of WoW and Ugly Betty later, and present bloggie, I am ready to bug my honey for some more diggydiggy.

But man does red Bull make me sleepy :S

:p