The pedigree pub boss (and the recipe of mákos tészta, brrr...)

In Hungary, every village has at least one pub. Unless it is such a tiny village that there is not a penny to earn from the one and a half drinking lamb beam without work. Fortunately I live in a village that is not very small and therefore there is a thriving pub. That pub is an ideal place to live in. place to learn Hungarian at the hours when my love is at work or I do very intelligently a puzzle from the newspaper, sitting at the table. Ok, the sudoku then, because figures are more international than language.

The average Hungarian likes a drink. Money or not, drinking needs to be. And I understand that, a little bit. Because if I had a mouth full of rotting stumps because of a love for sweet crap and no toothbrush then I would also like to take my glasses in the morning, afternoon and evening. pálinka. The mouth really needs to be disinfected after all. And when I would have eliminated a plate of mákos tészta (lintmacaroni with ground poppy seeds and sugar. Cold to eat and only according to Hungarians unwise tasty. Recipe at the bottom of the blog for those who are curious or stubborn) I would like to clean not only my teeth but also my esophagus, stomach and intestines with such a sneaky little glass of stripping agent.

Sometimes someone wants me to drink a glass of pálinka, like today. But I refuse because I don't like drinking too much. Usually I'm sitting on the juices or Fanta. But I'll tell you that I'll take the palinka home to patch the windows or light the stove with it. Then they are ready immediately because they think that's funny but also a shame so I don't get a pálinka.

Today the boss thought (well, the pub belongs to his wife...) that he had to speak to me seriously about my love. Last Sunday, the two kids had been drinking too much at a table on the terrace. Both were stupidly and drunk and that degenerate into a You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know?

So that means that, translated, there is a lot of “prostitute life”, “screw me” (instead of English “screw you”) and of course the great “a horsehole in your back”. Of course they told each other how ugly the other is and that the other is crazy. But anyway, it was loud and several people were allowed to enjoy it. Knowing my dear, he will have made some wild gestures and dragged his thumb down his throat with a fast movement. that he says he wants to slaughter Halal.