Trychydts in English

When I looked out of the kitchen window while preparing the Easter ham, I saw it was snowing. It would be a huge exaggeration to say that I was more than moderately surprised. It was only last week I wrote Leah that in Hungary March is ultra-crazy: bright sunshine in the morning, heavy rain or snowfall in the afternoon or vica versa. Today too, when I went shopping, I had to wear a sweater only. And an umbrella, since instead of snowing, it was raining.

The ham turned out to be really delicious — we cooked eggs with them as usual to give them a smoky flavour. My family has been having cooked ham and boiled eggs for supper on every Saturday for more than twenty years. On Easter Mondays I used to visit my female relatives and and friends, and sprinkle them with perfume for some eggs and occasionally for some cash. A really stupid custom, and to make it even worse, you have to tell some stupid poems before the sprinkling.

Well, I am going to do some hovering, because we have parents coming for dinner, and we want to flat to be really spick and span.