Sta cete imati za iftar?
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_BaykoNoor_
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zlata
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#109
Hurme su dobre...ako kupis svjezije...mekse i vece. Najbolje jedrije...se zovu MADJOOL. Povadis spice...i napunis orasima sa mal'ko meda i slatkog kajmaka. Mogu i saml'iveni bademi...sa medom i slatkim kajmakom.Edna21 wrote:Za iftar ce biti musaka i neka corba..i najvaznije po obicaju hurme(i ako ih nevolim uvijek ih jedem)
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_BaykoNoor_
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#110
Veceras idem u ASG na iftar
Prenijecu utiske iz srca ASG kad se vratim

- manijak1
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#115
ACE sok
kafa Nes 
Begovu čorbu ( kesica , šta ću )
Burek
Buredžike
Sirnicu
Zeljanicu
Krompirušu
Tikvenjače - nema
klatka tj slatka
pita
Sogan dolmu
Japrak
Šiš vapaće ( za dva dana
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Slatko ništa
jer mi život nije takav
Uzgred .........šta pravite za sehur ?

Eto .......1 :4
za desert meni 
Begovu čorbu ( kesica , šta ću )
Burek
Buredžike
Sirnicu
Zeljanicu
Krompirušu
Tikvenjače - nema
Sogan dolmu
Japrak
Šiš vapaće ( za dva dana
Slatko ništa
Uzgred .........šta pravite za sehur ?
Eto .......1 :4
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Harrys
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PR80.
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#123
Ih, pa hoces da me povuces za jezik pa da se stranica pretvori u chat. Tacno cu ti reci na PP sta mislim.Harrys wrote:PR80. wrote:@seka:
Neko kaze Tahrana a neko Trahana... Pa haj sad budi pametan.![]()
Bitno je da se razumijemo, a najbitnije je da je Tahrana, tj Trahana ukusna.neki to zovu i Trehana,jer se trehne malo sirka.
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zlata
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#125
Trahana
All comrades, men and women,
Good people on this planet,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana. *
What a blessing to the famished,
Mixing milk with flour and yoghurt.
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
He was, 'tis true, a wise man,
Was indeed no infant spirit,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
For eight months it is eaten,
Keeps alive the poorest people,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
In the morning when they waken,
Young and old for it do clamour,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana,
All the serfs and wretched bondsmen,
With their herds toiling and farming,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
In the huts where it is lacking,
Do the children mewl, oh mercy,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
No other food can match it,
Like wine it soothes the stomach,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
With milk is it enfolded
And with butter pan-browned, scalded,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
Into your bowl you put it
And with bread, black pepper taste it,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
Trahana is an honour
And a treat when boiled and steamy,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
Trahana is the humblest of pastas, a descendant of an ancient recipe for preserving dairy and grains during lean winter months. Back then, cooks made a porridge out of hard cracked wheat and soured dairy, molded them into various shapes and dried them on rooftops.
Trahana is akin to tractae, the fortifying thickener Apicius wrote about in the first century. Indeed, a few spoonfuls of store-bought trahana (either regular or sour), lazily stirred into simmering stock, creates a quick and comforting pasta soup, which you can dress up with saffron, chunks of feta, or anything else you have on hand. The longer the soup cooks, the thicker and creamier it becomes.
All comrades, men and women,
Good people on this planet,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana. *
What a blessing to the famished,
Mixing milk with flour and yoghurt.
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
He was, 'tis true, a wise man,
Was indeed no infant spirit,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
For eight months it is eaten,
Keeps alive the poorest people,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
In the morning when they waken,
Young and old for it do clamour,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana,
All the serfs and wretched bondsmen,
With their herds toiling and farming,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
In the huts where it is lacking,
Do the children mewl, oh mercy,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
No other food can match it,
Like wine it soothes the stomach,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
With milk is it enfolded
And with butter pan-browned, scalded,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
Into your bowl you put it
And with bread, black pepper taste it,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
Trahana is an honour
And a treat when boiled and steamy,
Praise and glory to him
Who invented trahana.
Trahana is the humblest of pastas, a descendant of an ancient recipe for preserving dairy and grains during lean winter months. Back then, cooks made a porridge out of hard cracked wheat and soured dairy, molded them into various shapes and dried them on rooftops.
Trahana is akin to tractae, the fortifying thickener Apicius wrote about in the first century. Indeed, a few spoonfuls of store-bought trahana (either regular or sour), lazily stirred into simmering stock, creates a quick and comforting pasta soup, which you can dress up with saffron, chunks of feta, or anything else you have on hand. The longer the soup cooks, the thicker and creamier it becomes.

