15-XII-2017.
Rainy shitty weather.
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And she found the time to melt čvarci (turned out excellent!). We both love čvarci, done the same way, to be crunchy and have some meat here and there, but not too much. Plus we have practically evicted oil from the cuisine - the oil is for pohovano stuff and pancakes, everything else is fried in lard. We'd be conspirologists were it not for a hill of evidence of the propaganda in fifties-sixties to prove that lard is harmful because it's a hydrogenized fat, while oil is beneficial because it's hydrogenized industrially. Even a local expert here, dr Mirilov, was involved, and he's probably the reason why every gynecologist, when a pregnant shows elevated blood pressure, feels that it's his sacred duty to start a harsh speech against lard and bacon, even it's highly likely that the woman doesn't use them. High pressure is mostly caused by the aggravation while waiting to get into his office - someone was let jump the queue, the wait is too long, the nurses are sipping their coffee and doing nothing, there's a hundred such causes, but no, the doctors ignore all that and ascribe the pressure to lard.
Finished work at the usual 17:00, then we went and picked Dragana at her place. Didn't go straight out, as we forgot to bring any cash and also didn't bring the bottle of brandy we packed for Bajlo, so we drove back home from her place, but it's only 1 km to the side. She rushed in and took the cash and the bottle.
Found the place neat and easy this time - having been there once surely helped. The restaurant is within walking distance, and Bajlo was keen on showing us a few amenities, like the house of our principal from gimnazija - but thanks, no thanks, the guy was the worst apparatčik scum, not interested. You may think he was somebody, we don't. And it was raining a bit and somewhat cold, probably around +6 or so, so I drove us there.
Made a bunch of good photos - the flash is amazing, took one from four tables away, still well within the range. OK, it zooms, but still. The fish was excellent, the smoked carp is great - not too salty, not too smoky. The old man used to exaggerate, but now three young guys are renting the place, and they achieved some fame. Which is why I picked a friday, not to be in the same room with politicians and today's kind of businessmen, which may not be healthy. And the waiter said they don't want any publicity - whenever the place appears somewhere in the media, they get this or that inspection the very next day, which shakes them out of their pants. Finds nothing, but still a waste.
Had coffee at Bajlo's place afterwards, dropped Dragana at her place, drove home, had a couple of our hare trišnja brandy (25% sweet cherry - trešnja - 75% sour cherry - višnja). Went fine except that tooth woke me up at the usual 90 minutes of sleep, to slap some DMSO on my face and relieve the pressure. Takes a smoke break or two to work its job. Will have to do that coconut oil mouth swishing again. Worked last winter.
A message from Lena, Milan sent her, from work, "I'll fucking hang myself. hang myself with a gun. in the head." - because the product manager is still the same old ignorant moron as before, the guy who doesn't know the difference between null and empty string, who doesn't understand what's json and surely doesn't understand the "make maker" that they're creating, where the makefiles to be made are to be defined at some meta level, in json. I still eat code generators for breakfast, I'd be at home there, and I surely know there are guys who get lost somewhere around third step. And one such guy is a product manager...
At least my cough is pretty much gone, though my sleeping is more of a disorder than in order... the very next day I got to bed at around 20:30 and woke up at 5:20, which is nine solid hours, with just one pee break, didn't even sit for a smoke.
Mentions: čvarci, Dragana Vitas (Dragana), gimnazija, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Milan Nastić, Nenad Bajlo (Bajlo), pohovano, in serbian