Inspired d4v3’s fantastic report on
Sandy’s Resturant, I recently returned to Sandy’s Bakery for cevapcicic on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.
Having, of course, forgotten how to pronounce cev, I could only communicate my desire by pointing to the sign. I was no better at requesting some ajvar, finally retrieving a bottle from the front of the store. Three women in the store, and not one of them even seemed to understand even “yes” or “no.”
Knowing from past experience that these take a while to grill, I wondered the bakery with my camera and thought I’d share.
I’m fascinated by tinned meat products, well not actually eating them, just their existence:
I don’t believe this candy is politically correct, nor do I understand the symolism:
Being a bakery, they have lots of good looking sweets to choose from.
While I was waiting, at least ten other customers came in, all warmly greeted in their shared language. Almost all pointed to a chunk of meat (I assumed two different kinds of smoked-pork) behind glass that was whisked into the back to be hacked into more manageable hunks.
At one point I noticed that my food was complete and packaged but despite my attentive looks, the counter people continued to wait on those who came after me. They did not deliver my package to me until everyone else had been taken care of. When they finally indicated it was time to pay, I tried to ask questions about the other items, particularly the pork everyone was buying. I got nowhere. The place smelled so good, I wanted to buy some of everything, but it seems my time was done. I did not let that bother me on such a fine day.
Getting home, I found the cev to be as delicious as before, but I was quite disappointed by the bread. Rather than the glorious fluffy pita from before, this was overly thick and very dense. Surely a good piece of bread, but not for this application.
I saved these last two photos for last. B wanted me to save them for closer to Halloween, but I find the longer I delay a post, the less chance of my ever completing it. I wonder how you eat these?
I’d write more, but I’m afraid of sticking my foot in my mouth.
-ramon