Matchmaker, matchmaker
…make a match, find me a find, catch me a catch.
Meanwhile, way way way up on top of a mountain (not on top of old smokey all covered with cheese), the hundreds years old matrimonial exchange festival was taking place.
Historically, one would have come to buy a wife, but these days it’s mostly beer and mici.
July 23rd, 2007 at 3:07 pm
you’ve given me my project for the day…time to mix up a big batch of mititei…looks so good in the picture….alas there is none of that perfect mustard to be found…you know anyone who might be able to bring some of that good stuff stateside any time soon?
On another note to depress myself further…typically a beer in that vessel here means you got it at some sort of public outing and payed anywhere between 4-6 bucks for…I’m sure yours was about 50 cents huh?
July 23rd, 2007 at 3:09 pm
oh I almost forgot….at least you don’t have to be bothered with any unsightly left behind crumbs in this situation….
July 23rd, 2007 at 6:08 pm
The children look very happy….looks like lots of fun. But the beer and the plates of food are making me verrrrrry hungry!
July 23rd, 2007 at 6:39 pm
only 3 mici each? weak people…
July 23rd, 2007 at 9:41 pm
Very nice pictures (as always).
July 24th, 2007 at 1:08 pm
God… That photo is great! It’s so hot outside, but for a few “mici” I would go out…
July 25th, 2007 at 12:30 am
But how much for a bride?