Simply Living

I haven't taken time to post the little things that have been happening over the past few months. Here are some of them:

There was a ward cookout. I really missed American ones after this. They had a little fire, but they didn't have any of the fast food conveniences or napkins. They cut up onions, peppers, blocks of sausage and chunks of pork fat and raw chicken all on the table outside--none of it was already prepared. They probably cut it all with the same knife;) We ate a pretty typical Hungarian meal there: take a piece of bread and a huge chunk of fat (as big as an index card and 2 or 3 inches thick) and hold it over the fire. The fat will drip off as it heats up and as it does, you dab it on the bread and eat it ALL. I had fun watching Jeff and the missionaries try it out.

The next ward cookout was done in a cauldron--no, I am not exaggerating. It was really a cauldron and the soup looked exactly like witches' brew. It was bubbling and had orange steam coming out, and a missionary got a giant stick to stir it with. Ridiculous:)

This is my birthday--Jeff made me breakfast and we had just gotten a package from the Ryans with Ranch and gravy packets, oreo pudding, maple flavoring, and so on. Jeff hid the presents they sent and saved them for that morning.

Later that day, we bought some haircutting scissors for Jeff to trim my hair with. I haven't checked to see if it's even yet. After that, we went to an Italian restaurant and had pizza:)

We got a little tired of playing our homemade game Qwirkle every night, and Jeff bought a dartboard. He's really good...

...just like Robin Hood.

A cool door, pretty flowers..

We also juggle eggs. Then we drop them and they break on the stove--isn't that right Jeff?

This is across the street from our church meeting house. It's our favorite walking street.

Right by our favorite restaurant, Corso, on our favorite walking street. Convenient, no?

This is in the middle of that walking street--the town's Center Square. That building is the "Veroshaza," the town hall.

Some of the workers for the company needed housing, and we found a very cheap home. It was really cute in a beautiful spot on the hill that overlooked the town. Jeff wanted to live there very badly. It had a cherry tree and they were delicious.

You can see the dome on the right.

That's the house--it had a balcony, porch, yard, cherry tree, piano, everything.

Immola (ee-mole-uh) is four years old and one of the few children in our branch. Jeff and I were trying to keep her quiet during the meeting with our phones. The only words she's probably heard me say are Immola, nem (no); yo (good); and kousi (thanks). The missionary got her to sing a Hungarian children's song. It's about a little calf that is bloody because his ears and tail are cut off...

Well, that's some of what we've been doing here. It's fun. We are comfortable in our branch and in Hungary.