Zadnjič sva se na ljubljanski tržnici pustila speljati na otvoritev trgovine Kmetije Cimerman. Pred vrati so imeli za pokušino na voljo vse preveč dobrot, da naju ne bi premamile. Mira sem vprašala: si poskusil ocvirke? Poskusi in brez besed izgine v trgovinico. Vidim, da ven pride z vrečo, v kateri zelo očitno niso bili samo ocvirki, ampak še ena klobasa, ki so mu jo podarili.
Kakorkoli, na jedeh mi ti veliki ocvirki nikoli niso bili privlačni, rada imam tiste drobne, sem pa ugotovila, da so tile, veliki kot popečene krušne kocke, idealni za malico za v hribe. Zdaj jih, tako kot danes na Osovnik, jemljeva s sabo na izlete in jih grizljava kot čips. Samo še kakšno jabolko za zraven pa je.
The other day at the central farmer’s market we visited an opening of a shop of Cimerman Farm. There was a degustation of their products outside the shop and they were too good not to tempt us. I asked Miro: have you tasted cracklings? He takes one and disappears inside the shop without words. I see him coming out with a bag obviously not filled with just cracklings and he explains he was given a sausage as a gift.
Anyway, I never liked these big cracklings on dishes, I like those tiny ones, but I did find out now, these like-toasted-bread-cubes-ones are ideal for a snack when you go on a trip. So now, when we go on a hike, like we did today to Osovnik hill, we take some with us and eat them like chips. All you need more is an apple or some other fruit and that’s it.