Today, pictures of some of my favorite Bosnian food. Some of these photographs are more, um, flattering than others. First, c(h)evapi, the classic beef sausage with onion, fresh cream (kajmak), and fabulous fresh bread (real Bosnians don’t put their cream on the side):
Second, the (also classic) Bosnian pie: flaky dough typically filled with beef, or potato, or spinach & cheese, hand-crafted and baked here in the traditional ovens of one of my favorite little shops in Sarajevo’s historic city market. I didn’t wait this time to snap a picture before eating. 🙂
OK, that’s embarrassing, but it gives you an idea of how good the food is. It makes you care more about feeling good than looking good!
Now that you can see how I came back from Bosnia a few pounds heavier, I have to give much praise to Bosnians for their love of cheese and fresh garden vegetables. Here, a caprese I had in Tuzla:
Yes, I did eat all of that caprese myself. And a cheeseburger and fries. I couldn’t help myself. It was all fresh, all for about 6 bucks. Bosnian food is amazingly inexpensive — we pay much more in the States for food of much lower quality. (A little social commentary there — sorry, back to the pictures.)
One final shot. Bosnian breakfast: Turkish coffee or espresso, plenty of sugar. I take mine without the cigarettes, but that’s what makes me a tourist and not a real Bosnian.
What’s missing, of course, are the wonderful people I shared these meals with. The company, the tastes, the smells — those are what make Bosnia feel, to me, like paradise. (Or paradajz — the Bosnian word for tomato. Yum.)