#Sarma

[uykucubirkaplumbaga]

[benegenin-incisiiii]

TDÇ:Güzel miydi?

EA:Ne?

TDÇ:Yaprak sarması.Baktın mı tadına?

EA:Yemedin mi?

TDÇ:Nasıldı?

EA:Bilmiyorum,ağlaya ağlaya yaptım,kötüydü,pişmemişti,diriydi…Tuzluydu…Yeseydin,bilirdin…

[tilbageidanmark]

Lebanese Food.

[onebatch2batch]

@sarma requested kastle with: “Casual smooches! It dawns on Karen at some point that Frank touches her as much as he can get away with and she didn't even realize, because it felt so right” and this kind of got away from me. thank you for the prompt 😊

— [ao3 link]

Foggy is looking at her like she’s got a second head and for a moment, she’s tempted to check for another neck sprouting from her shoulders. They’d been sitting here celebrating the end of exams, huddled up at a corner table at Josie’s like normal. They’d all been laughing until Frank got up to get another round and when Karen turned back to Foggy, he’d been staring at her like this. Like she shape-shifted right in front of him. Karen lowers her beer glass back to the table and blinks at him.

“What?”

“Are you kidding me?” he asks, bewildered. It feels rhetorical, but at this point they’ve been drinking for going on four hours and she figures she should check.

“What’s wrong?”

“Karen Gretchen Page—“

“That,” she says in a burst of laughter, surprise momentarily overtaking her confusion, “is not my middle name.”

Foggy barrels on without stopping, waving a hand like the words are a personal offense. He leans forward to stare her down. His eyes are wild and glassy, but even close to drunk Foggy is alert and observant. “Frank just kissed you.”

He’s so convinced of this that she wonders if he really did and she blacked out through it. Because no way would she forgot that if she was ever actually conscious. And then she realizes—

“Foggy, he kissed my cheek.”

Her friend stares at her, mouth agape. “I cannot belie—….Karen. He sat there with his arm around your chair for last hour, and then kissed you on the way back to the bar.”

“On the cheek!” Karen argues for a second time. It’s not unusual—even when Frank is completely sober he’s pretty tactile. He’s usually within reaching distance, or even touching her somehow, and she him. That’s how they’ve always been even in the beginning of their friendship, back in freshman year. It’s nothing to freak out over, and she tells Foggy as such with a roll of her eyes.

Frank appears with another round of drinks and sets them down with a small grin. He’s just as tipsy as the rest of them and why not? They’ve made it through their final semester of college. They’re a month from walking the stage to graduation. They’re celebrating.

“So you’re not bothered,” Foggy says pointedly, staring at her. She stares back, trying to figure out what he’s getting at. Why should she be bothered by something like a kiss on the cheek? Between friends? Strictly platonic friends? Strictly platonic friends who sometimes kiss…and cuddle during movies and…hold hands and…

“Bothered by what?” Frank’s head swivels like he’s looking for whatever annoyance is ruining her night, like he’ll toss a punch the moment she points out this unknown offender.

Karen’s got a half cocked realization forming in her alcohol soaked brain, but Foggy only raises his brows and gestures with his beer as if to say, you tell it, then. She looks to Frank, to the adorably concerned expression on his face. “He thinks I’m bothered by you kissing me.”

His face instantly screws up in surprise. “Oh.” He looks between them uneasily, then turns both shoulders towards her, giving them a modicum of privacy from the crowded bar and Foggy’s watchful gaze. In his semi-drunk state he sways further into her space than normal—or is she just noticing now because of what Foggy said? “…are you? Uh, bothered?”

Her eyes widen. “No, Frank—“

“Prove it,” Foggy interrupts, leaning forward once again. There’s a devious twist to his smile. She suddenly realizes they have stepped into a trap that was set long before she even realized the possibility of one. “Frank, kiss her again. If you’re both so unbothered. Just on the cheek.”

Karen looks at Frank, and he looks back. They both laugh in tandem—a stuttered, nervous chuckle, and then he shrugs. He leans forward and presses his lips to her cheekbone, like he’s done countless times before, but this time it feels different. Drawn out, almost. Lingering. He stays there for several heartbeats, until warmth rises on her face. Karen stares past his ear, past his wayward curls, and meets his eyes when he finally pulls away from her. Without looking, she knows his arm is across the back of her chair just like her foot is balanced on the bottom ring of his. Just like they are inexplicably always drawn together, circling orbits.

“Yeah, you look unbothered,” Foggy says dryly.

She would retort back, something witty and sarcastic, but before she can do much but blink Frank is back in her space, hands cupping her jaw lightly, and he’s kissing her.

Actually kissing her.

On the mouth kissing her.

Not a cheek kiss, not a peck, but kissing kissing her.

And while Foggy’s matchmaking methods leave a lot to be desired, Karen decides his bar tab is going to miraculously disappear. Because apparently she had been bothered by the amount of time spent touching Frank, in whatever capacity they found themselves, and it hadn’t been until Foggy’s stupidly smug dare that she realized she was bothered by it after all.

And it seems, so was Frank.

Yeah, she’s going to have to eat that bar tab. But, she thinks as Foggy raises their glass to them from the corner of her eye, the price isn’t that steep. Not even a little.

And she would pay it again. Any time, over and over, as long as she ended up right back here: in the palms of Frank’s hands with his lips on hers and his breath filling her lungs.

[luciawithoutj]

Really really random question for slovenians because it has been bothering me whole time while I was making lunch but can't find answer on the internet.

Do yall eat sarma? I know serbians, bosnians even macedonians eat it but I don't think I ever heard if slovenians eat it or you have similar dish? If I remember yall eat kranjska kobasica with cabbage.

For those who don't know how sarma looks this is what I am yapping about:

[kayrisimdeseneyeniden]

Hiçbir zaman nedenini anlayamadım, ben sadece sevmiştim oysaki. Hatırladığım sana kötü bir şey de yapmadım. Beni neden sevmedin? Keşke sana olan sevgimi gösterebilseydim, içimde kalmasaydı. O kadar öfkeliyim ki sana, o kadar nefret ediyorum ki senden. O kadar ki aşığım sana.

Bak, yokluğunda yapayalnızım. Yalnız hissettiğimde beni teselli edecek bir sen de yok. Keşke zamanı geri alabilseydik, keşke seni ilk tanıdığım zamanlara dönebilseydik, o zamana dönebilmek için her şeyimi verebilirdim.

Yine de özür dilerim senden. Bir hatam olduysa affet, ama ben artık çok yoruldum. Sen sevgilinle mesajlaşırken ben fotoğraflarına bakmaktan çok yoruldum, başkalarında senin parçalarını aramaktan çok yoruldum. Şuan ayrılsan sevgilinden gel senle çıkalım desen içim yana yana reddetmek zorunda kalırım. Belki de kabul ederim bilmiyorum ama önceki gibi hevesli olmayacağım kesin çünkü çok şey oldu. Daha yaşayamadığımız çok hikayemiz var maalesef ve sen muhtemelen onları başkasıyla yaşıyorsun. Bizim asla yaşayamayacağımız şeyleri. Sadece seni çok sevdiğimi bil yeter.

Vazgeçmem gerekiyor ama istemiyorum. Kalbimde bir yerlerde sana olan sevgim olsun istiyorum. Çünkü senden vazgeçersem nefret ederim ve ben ölesiye sevdiğim birinden nefret etmek istemiyorum. Bu çok zor bir şey. Beni buna mecbur bırakma, çevrendekiler gibi iğrenç olma. Ben senden vazgeçtiğimi söylesem dahi inanma çünkü ben senden vazgeçebileceğimi düşünmüyorum. Senden nefret etmek istemiyorum, seni çok seviyorum...

[stainapologists]

All of my anime OCS turn out so Diversity Win!!!-core. Diversity Win!! This crack smoking former child soldier and current contract killer is genderqueer and uses any pronouns! Diversity Win!! This former gangster turned ineffectual superhero is a transgender woman!!

[80s-reject]

i need more bosnian mutuals

[elmaagacininkrali]

ada ben ayrılmak istiyorum

[youseemsurprised]

Guys mediterranean diet will save you

[balkanradfem]

omg pls share som cabbage recipes!!!

I couldn't find the recipes in english, so I assume they're out cultural balkan dishes; I am not a very precise cook but I can explain what I'm doing.

One of my favourite ways to eat cabbage is 'Cabbage Pasta', we call it 'little cloths' because the pasta we use is usually cut like little cloths. This is how it's done: you sautee some onion, garlic and spices on oil, then you add cabbage, cut neatly into small pieces (they can be rectangular pieces, it's not super important), then you add half a glass of water and cover it up and let the cabbage take in all of the spices and alliums. It should cook like that for 10-15 minutes, or until the cabbage is soft, then you add in pre-cooked pasta in! You let it all cook together for a bit so the pasta takes in the flavour too, and all of the water should be taken in by cabbage and pasta. And you're done! The spices used in this are usually salt and sweet paprika, you could use soy sauce too and add anything to your liking. It's absolutely delicious.

The second recipe is something I've had all of my life, it's like a stew maybe? But basically you also sautee some onions, garlic or whatever spice you want on some oil, add tomato paste or tomato juice, or you can go with freshly cut tomatoes as well, add water, and put in cut cabbage and potatoes (you can also add carrots and more vegetables!). It's very delicious when it cooks down like that. I also like to add just a spoon of vinegar in it, I seem to like the added acidity.

Other ways I like to eat it is in a salad of course, and in spring rolls!

One really popular cultural recipe here is 'filled cabbage', and I've never actually made it, our name for it is 'sarma', which I can't really translate into anything. It's made by specifically preparing the fermented cabbage leaves, so they can serve as a wrapping for a mix of rice, meat and spices. Then they're all cooked in a broth with alliums, spices, more cabbage and tomato paste. I could do it with rice and soy, but it's honestly intimidating for me to try, the leaves need to be wrapped just so the entire thing doesn't fall apart, and I first need to figure out correct fermenting methods for cabbage.

Everyone else drop your favourite ways to eat cabbage as well! Add cabbage recipes for the anon :)

[jacohernandezson]

[lidoshka]

2022 art summary

guys, I swear I was feeling better this year in comparison to LAST year, but somehow starting September I kinda lost momentum and by December I totally lost the will to draw anything, haven’t even picked a pencil in the last three weeks… 

And NOW I’m worried about what it could mean, is it depression? Burnout? Or just the sheer amount of Adult Stuff™ I’ve been tasked with. Either way, I’m glad this month and this year is over!

So yeah, here’s to a better 2023 and hope you guys get tons of inspiration and lots of improvement in your skills!

   /) /)( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ )/ づ づ ~ ♡

[sevilmeyenkizlarayenisigeldi]

Yaralarımı sarmak için geldin ama şimdi sen de gidiyorsun

[ljubavniromani]

Proslavljeni jugoslovenski kuvar podelio je sa nama svoj veoma traženi recept za sarmu, a oni koji su se pridržavali njegovih uputstava tvrde da nikada nisu iskusili izuzetniju verziju.

Potrebni sastojci za pripremu: 100 grama riže. Jedan luk. Treba koristiti dva češnja češnjaka. Preporučljivo je dodati 1-2 žlice slanine nasjeckane na sitne komadiće. Potrebno je oko pola kilograma kiselog kupusa, što odgovara jednoj glavici. Za najbolji učinak preporučuje se mješavina mljevenog mesa od 500 grama, po mogućnosti s područja vrata. Potrebne su i dvije žlice sitno nasjeckanog…