01-V-1978.

Anoter mayday in our accacia forest in Zajač. Dad, mom, we two, uncle Staja and his [folks], barbecue and hit it. All day on fresh air. There's a whole deck of shots, and I'm amazed that I didn't post any here until now. I actually spotted a detail, this special funnel for shaping the ćevapčići that dad acquired. It was made by some majstor limar [sheet-metal-smith], who makes them for butchers and barbecueists anyway. Fine unrusting* sheet metal, smoothed rounded edges, everything as it should be.

The accacias have, by the way, grown nicely in these two years. Too bad this is an Orwo negative, it makes the greenery come out in such weak tones.

This time we didn't get ourselves done, maybe we downed a couple of beers, zrenjaninsko of course, dad was a pal and offered to drive back.

Umm... the branches are bare, something is just blossoming... this was no mayday, must have been early april.

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* I don't give a flying fuck for the attempt to enforce the politically, or rather commercially, correct name „stainless“ - believe me, I've seen those stained a lot. And rust-free is what it is, so I'll call it that. I'm not selling it, so I can use any name I like, brands and commercial laws may take a flying shit.

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Mentions: ćevapčići, majstor, uncle Staja, Zajač, in serbian

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