We had a wonderful meal yesterday. We had meat, and the meat was good. You have to know that it's really hard to find a good piece of meat in Bucharest. Outside, in the country, the meat is so tender it melts in your mouth. I suspect that the city dwellers are just getting the old tough cows and pigs, whereas the country people feast on the young juicy ones. Anyway. Our nanny went to her mother's village last weekend. They slaughtered the traditional pig for Christmas and she came back with a big bag full of meat of us. We froze most of it but made some last night. It was yumm-y! I'd forgotten how good pork can taste. Hm.