A common question I get about Belgrade is, “What’s the weather like?” From what I gather it’s pretty mild compared to the mid-Atlantic. Summers are not as hot, winters are not as cold. I can only presume that this makes people ambivalent about the weather, and weather reporting.
So what do television stations do to attract weather viewers? In Bosnia, it’s simple: they take a beautiful woman, remove most of her clothing, and have her deliver the weather report while gyrating before the cameras. If only I were kidding. On the other hand, it seems like children’s Halloween costumes are in ready supply! Who knew?
On a semi-related note, this reminds me that someone who had been to Belgrade told me, “don’t get me wrong, you are attractive, but you will feel like a dog in Belgrade.” Good times ahead.
People have really been trying to connect with our move to Serbia, with unexpected results. Thanks to friends and family who have memorized the Wikipedia page about the country, I am really looking forward to raspberry season. Someone also reminded me to look into the shower head situation there, a la Seinfeld. If you don’t remember the episode, you can check out this clip. Note: I am a law-abiding citizen and will not be exporting illegal shower heads for anyone. Even Seinfeld.
Serbia Hosts Testicle Cooking Contest
Ozrem, Serbia (AP) — In a remote Serbian mountain village, they’re cooking up delicacies to make your mouth water – or your stomach churn.
At the seventh annual World Testicle Cooking Championship, visitors watch – and sometimes taste – as teams of chefs cook up bull, boar, camel, ostrich and even kangaroo testicles.
“This festival is all about fun, food and bravery,” said Ljubomir Erovic, the Serbian chef and testicles gourmand specialist who organizes the bizarre cooking festival and has published a testicle cookery book.
The food – politely called “white kidneys” in Serbian – is believed to be rich in testosterone. In the Balkans, it is considered to help men’s libido.
And yes, there were pictures. But I will spare you the images. Read the whole article here, if you must. For intrigued readers, you can get the cookbook (pictured above). But it’s only an e-book. Can’t imagine why…
Most of my conversations in the past month have gone something like this:
ME: …so, we’re moving to Belgrade for a year!
ME: It seems like a great adventure.
FRIEND: What will you do?
ME: I’m going on sabbatical. (Which sounds a lot better than being unemployed, by the by.)
FRIEND: You should blog!
Hmm. I never thought I’d be a blogger, despite the appeal of “working” in yoga pants. It seems like a good idea when you’re unemployed, er, on sabbatical, and starting to think about how to fill the hours and days and months ahead when you’re a housewife in a foreign country. That you could barely identify on a map 30 days ago. And you don’t speak Serbian or read Cyrillic. But I digress…
So I’ll soon be a housewife. Who blogs. And unlike some other Housewives I Shall Not Mention Specifically, I technically will be a wife who is not working. I can’t say if there will be table-flipping, gaudy dresses, and White House party crashing, but a girl can hope.