#serbian food

[scavengedluxury]

Serbian restaurant, 16 Nagy Ignác street, Budapest, 1970. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[thephilosopheroftheboudoir]

Leskovačka mućkalica, Serbian pork stewed with peppers

[duranduratulsa]

Dish of the day: Karađorđeva šnicla #food #foodporn #Karađorđevašnicla #serbia #serbianfood

[phoenixyfriend]

A fun thing about being in Serbia is that a standard flavor for jams and juices and various sweet things is "forest fruit," which I don't really see a whole lot in the US. Like yeah, it exists, but it's not really common. I can't walk in to a pastry shop and reasonably expect them to offer it as a common donut filling, see it as an ice cream at a gelato stand, or find it on the crepes menu at a fun cafe.

It's generally a mix of raspberry, blackberry, strawberry, blueberry, sometimes rosehip. Though the tea I'm drinking in that flavor rn is

Ingredients: hibiscus, apple, sweet blackberry leaves, flavorings: blackcurrant, raspberry, blackberry and wild strawberry 5.7%, rosehip, elderberries.

(This one actually is available in the US, though I'm not sure if it's online order only.)

[morethansalad]

Balkan Fermented Juniper Berry Juice / Smreka / Kleka (Vegan)

[fattributes]

Serbian Ground Beef and Potato Moussaka

[balkan-marie]

Currently learning how to draw ship art have this quick thing for now

[everythingsinred]

apparently zoe’s friend coined the phrase “slavaboo” to describe the strange subsection of people who are a little too obsessed with communism and the ussr, call each other comrade, joke about gulags, and pretend to have slavic accents, etc. u know. people who are superficially interested in slavs without knowing anything about slavic culture or history. they took the form of annoying white american boys throughout high school for me and would mansplain to me (incorrectly) about MY culture and history as if their terrible fake russian accent that they put on for kicks trumps my years of being an actual serb. now its tiktok girlies wearing ushankas and making really uncomfortable content about communism and eastern block “aesthetic”.

like on the one hand ushankas are just hats and im really not interested in gatekeeping my culture bc ive always wanted to share it, but tbh what pisses me off is that these ppl ARENT interested in the culture. ill always think back on that post abt cultural appropriation i saw a few years ago, that rightly challenged white ppl pulling elements of poc culture into their lives without first understanding the cultural significance. but that post then turned around and recommended aspects of european culture, specifically slavic and eastern european, that white ppl could use instead (folkwear and holidays), and that pissed me off.

in my balkan class we learned that eastern europe, particularly the balkans, are viewed as europe lite. it’s a strange place to be because obviously were white. thats just a fact. but western europeans view us as savages, uncivilized, a barbaric and war-torn land of backwards people. the first day of class my professor asked us to tell us words we associated with the balkans and GOD DAMN was there plenty of orientalism in that american university classroom. for most of our history we’ve barely been considered europe. our relationship with the word “europe” is so complex and difficult to properly explain. western europe doesnt consider us europe bc were not on their level. so getting grouped in like that, having someone outside of that group give other white people permission to “use” our culture with the same cavalier attitude that they would appropriate poc culture? its UNPLEASANT. i dont like it.

i guess what im trying to say is that knowing about russian war tanks and pilots is cool and all. gushing about eastern bloc architecture and wearing ushankas is fun. but slavic history is a big mess, torn between wanting to be part of the civilized “europe” but also not wanting to reject our specific culture (like the conflict between westernizers and slavophiles in russian history).

im thinking about the heartbreak of telling classmates and friends that i was slavic but having them be more interested in my barebones knowledge of russian history and culture rather than asking me about my serbian culture. that all i was to them was an excuse to talk about the soviet union or the warsaw pact when my country was never even a part of either. they’d get grossed out by the food i brought to school, demonstrate no interest in my culture at all. id watch their eyes glaze over when i excitedly asked them if they wanted me to write their name in cyrillic or teach them serbian phrases... its all so surface level and vapid. tbh really cringe. thats what yall are. cringe. using ur stupid fake slavic accents, calling each other comrades, making jokes about the ussr and gulags as if theres any humor to be found in a gulag. sickening behavior.

i WANT people to be interested in my culture but i want them to appreciate it. i dont want them pulling aspects that they can use for the aesthetic, or for them to oversimplify slavic history or make jokes about the ussr or gulags. i want them learning about folklore and mythology, actually listening to our music (and maybe actual folk music, not just the russian techno ppl like). look at our art, our stories. we have a rich and vibrant and varied culture with many influences. its not all blank cement buildings and ushankas. we have a lot of beautiful culture to offer and it pisses me off how ppl dismiss it.

[hajima-7]

that tiktok trend where people show how their ancestors would be proud of them for having a better life etc... except my ancestors would beat my ass for not liking meat...exile, right away, tf u mean you dont wanna eat this chunk of pork?? sjdhgsd

[ruinikaidoexplodedbadly]

i just got up to eat meat burek and yogurt and say hi literally looking half dead and ghostlike with a stuffy voice then i went back to bed…

[annieisyourfavourite]

1 and 26! They seem themed also I've never had chipotle

1 - What's your Chipotle order?: LMAO me either I've never been to the actual restaurant, but from looking on their menu, I mean. I'm a basic bitch who doesn't like most food. So I often just get a quesadilla. I might try to build my own burrito, but the burritos I make at home can't be experienced at restaurants so. A cheese quesadilla and a diet Pepsi 😊

26 - how's your spice tolerance?: I can't handle foods that are hot spicy, but I do enjoy things that are Very Spiced. Slightly hot vegetable pakora is about as hot as I go lol

[yorktxylor]

Im SICK and TIRED of my plans being RUINED all the time!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[phoenixyfriend]

Food today:

Set a batch of white rice in the ricemaker

Sautee diced onions in avocado oil. Notice you don't have enough avocado, so look through the cupboard and add a spoon of coconut oil.

Wash the halved brussels sprouts and sliced mushrooms you bought the day before. Separate them back out because the mushrooms need further slicing. Toss the sprouts into the pan with the onions. Wash the mushrooms again and slice. Add them to the pan.

White rice should be done by now. Put it in a medium-sized french oven. Take out the single spoonful you've managed to add and spray the non-stick Pam. Finish putting in the rice.

The veggies don't look done. Add another spoon of coconut oil and some water since it's looking low. Cover. Wait. Remember abruptly that you need spices. Toss in some salt, pepper, and sweet paprika powder. Mix. Cover and wait.

Look for broth. Fail to find the exact broth you're looking for. Put some vegeta mix on top of the rice instead, and some warm water to keep the whole thing moist once it's baking.

Pour the sauteed veggies into the french oven. Mix. Realize you forgot to preheat the oven. Set it to 300. Ask your mom what she usually makes pilav at. She says 400 and something. Set it to 400. Figure you can't go wrong with a few extra minutes at a lower temperature and try to put it in. Realize that you can't keep the cover on if you put it in the top oven. turn off the top oven, and turn on the bottom. Set it to 450 this time. Put a few slices of gold butter on top of the rice and veggie mix. Put it in the oven.

Clean the kitchen while you wait. Finish cleaning and bring your laptop downstairs to fuck around while it bakes. Check on it a few times. Take it out after it looks Alright.

Serve with smoked salmon and Thomy mayonnaise, because Hellman's is the actual devil and disgustingly sweet to your entire family.

Write up the entire nonsense process for tumblr and think spitefully about people trying to 'correct' you on the spelling of pilaf/pilav, or make unfunny jokes about DBZ again because you namedropped a seasoning mix your family's been using for decades. Don't do it, guys. Do not.

[ivantehking]

JUNAČKA SABLJA VELIKA SKADARLIJA RESTORAN BEOGRAD Belgrade October 2022 ...

[drnikolatesla]

The Lifestyle of Nikola Tesla

Nikola Tesla was a very tall and skinny man, standing over six feet and weighing around one hundred and forty pounds. He had light blue-gray eyes, which was considered odd because he was of Serbian descent who were typically known to have darker eyes. Tesla, probably joking, said to a reporter that his eyes used to be dark, but using his mind so much had made them many shades lighter. The inventor was known to be very elegant, stylish, meticulous in his grooming, clothing, and regimented in his daily activities.

Tesla never married and remained a celibate and a bachelor his entire life. Tesla was solely committed to the principles of science above all else, and for this reason, he denied the love and companionship of a female counterpart. He chose to lead a solitary life, hoping only that this sacrifice to work would make his name live on through many centuries still to come.

One of his few hobbies other than work was feeding birds. Tesla’s respect for birds began when he was a child growing up in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He and his local friends made a sport out of catching live birds, and when Tesla himself caught a couple of keepers, he and his friend found themselves getting attacked by a murder of crows. The revolt forced the boys to release the birds and take cover. In America, he made it a specialty of his to treat sick pigeons, which seems odd because he was quite the germaphobe. He would feed them every day on his daily walks and would also take in wounded pigeons and nurse them back to health at his hotel in New York. He seemed to have had a better connection with birds than with most people. In 1917, he was awarded the Edison Medal, and upon receiving the award, the inventor could not be found. He was later found feeding pigeons near a local library and was persuaded back to the ceremony to give his speech.

Tesla suffered from an obsessive compulsive disorder, and because of this, he developed some very strange idiosyncrasies and phobias, such as having a strong dislike against earrings, pearls, peaches, and touching other people's hair. He counted the steps in his walks and calculated the cubical contents of soup plates, coffee cups, and pieces of food. All repeated acts or operations he performed had to be divisible by three.

While living in New York, Tesla kept his laboratories absolutely clean and pure, refused to touch other people, would wear gloves while shaking hands, and insisted upon personally cleaning his own plates and silverware at restaurants with his requested 18 napkins. This cleanliness was all intentional because, as a child, he almost died from cholera, which raged in the region of his hometown Lika due to contaminated water. Many found Tesla’s actions strange, but to him, it was a very important measure to protect his health.

In another way to keep his body clean and pure, Tesla invented an electrical apparatus that could give the human body a dry bath by passing millions of volts of electricity through it (similar to his demonstrations in the early 1890s where he passed electricity through his own body). His oscillator was a small, drum-like object about two feet long by one foot wide and could apply half a million volts of electricity through his body. The large amount of electricity would affect the germs without destroying the cells of the tissues of the body. Though his oscillator seemed like a fountain of youth, Tesla maintained his conventional ideas of health. He bathed daily, believed in plenty of exercise, and would walk eight or ten miles every day. He said that he never would take a cab or other conveyance and relied on his leg power for transportation.

His diet was a crucial part of his daily routine to remain healthy and to prolong the length of his life. He was very fussy and particular about his food: he ate very little, but what he did eat had to be the very best. He wasn’t a complete vegetarian; he ate meat, just not very occasionally (perhaps once or twice a year). He did believe though that humankind should move towards a vegetarian diet, not just because eating meat the way we do is “barbarous,” as he said, but because he believed the vegetarian diet is more beneficial to the human body.

In his later years, he never smoked, drank tea, coffee, alcoholic beverages, or consumed any other stimulant. Since he saw life through the lens of his mechanistic theory of life, he took great care of his body as if it were a machine properly maintaining its best efficiency.

As for sleep, Tesla reported that he was a poor sleeper and had very unusual resting patterns. He claimed to only sleep a few hours each day and would oftentimes practice polyphasic sleep where he would take short naps for restoration instead of sleeping for a long period of time.

Unfortunately for Tesla and his clean and healthy lifestyle, in 1937, at the age of 81, he was hit by a taxicab during one of his regular walks. It is likely he was jaywalking because he admittedly was known to do so. He broke three ribs and seriously injured his back. Tesla would be bedridden for months while refusing to see a doctor, and on top of this would catch pneumonia, which would plague his health for the last 5 years of his life. I believe this accident and sickness would play a major role in the rapid decline of his health, both mentally and physically, and his goal of living past a century would never be realized.

Nikola Tesla had a unique and eccentric lifestyle and was known for his intense work habits, often spending long hours in his laboratory. So much so that his friends would seriously worry about his health. Financial difficulties were a recurring theme in his life, and he died in relative obscurity. Despite these challenges, Tesla's legacy is marked by his groundbreaking contributions to the field of electrical engineering.