My machete girl gets cabin fever if she spends too much time studying Hungarian at home. When she saw that our landlady was working in the yard moving a big pile of dirt around, she rallied the troops. She says it's not a good day if we haven't sweated a bit from good hard work.
Our reward was a genuine Hungarian picnic on the patio--as you can see here: lots of sliced raw bacon fat (the white strips), Hungarian kolbasz (the dark sausage on the right), red onions, tomatoes and peppers to put on the brown bread on the top left. Nagyon finom!
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