my version of the real world: osmiza

google it.

look at these pictures:

my recap coming soon.

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my recap!!!

sorry for the delay in the osmiza explanation... but the existence of the osmiza is such an amazing addition to my (and everyone's) life that i didn't want to short-change you, i wanted to be able to put my full effort into retelling how incredible it is.

osmiza comes from the slovenian word meaning "8 days" and back when.... a long time ago?... the government wouldn't allow people to open restaurants, or there were huge taxes on them, or something along those lines (the history of an osmiza was explained to me in italian, so bear with me) and so people opened the essential equivalent of a restaurant in their home. the government/people in charge were fine with this as long as they only served and sold products that were made in their home or on their property. so EVERYTHING that people consumed at an osmiza had to be produced there. and they would only stay open for about 8 days, essentially until they ran out of everything. also, the way to find an open osmiza was to follow hanging branches that the owners would put on signs at the forks of roads and create a "hansel-and-gretel-like" trail to their osmiza. you could tell how long the osmiza had been open based on how dead the leaves looked!

so, today, they've only changed a little bit. they're open for a bit longer now, a few weeks at a time, and i think they change the hanging branches when they begin to wilt and die. however, the rest is the same -- everything that you eat and drink at an osmiza is produced on the premises and it is all insanely fresh. it was all the most delicious of everything i think i've ever consumed.

and yes, i ate all of the meat.

i think my favorite was the first meat (in the first picture), it's cooked ham with shaved horseradish on top. i say "favorite," but really, it's hard to choose, all of the meats in the next round were also mouth-watering.