|Φλαυίου Ἰωσήπου ἱστορία Ἰουδαϊκοῦ πολέμου πρὸς Ῥωμαίους βιβλία
|The term for this fish in the Romanian language is... "crap."
|BBQ cake. Should be introduced to New Orleans.
As a rule, Hungarians do not communicate or interact outside of the family during the three days around Christmas - it is considered bad form to even call a friend or meet for a drink outside. If you are not connected by DNA or a wedding ring to a web of Hungarian family, you get a pass on this practice. Believe me, you should consider yourself lucky. You get to go to Tom bácsi and Amy néni's Christmas Eve dinner party, as we did this year, and relax with the cream of the foreign, unfamilied crowd. Tom - a stellar host - stands proudly, proclaiming "Give me your tired, your poor / the humble masses yearning to breathe free / The wretched refuse of their teeming shore..." Brits, Amcsik (that's US for you outsiders) Poles, Serbs, Celts, and the occasional Egyptian all find a welcome on this most exclusive of evenings. And best of all: no gifts!
|Deak ter: a perfect storm of hot wine and consumer goods.
|The pretzel is Germany's most successful engineering wonder. Then comes the VW Bug.
|Yes, the bad puns get wurst.
|You can not have these things at other times of the year. Really.
|Dude.... I know your're the pope, but maybe lay off the cake a bit, OK?
|The cake that launched a religious war.