As a new member of the BRSE, I was informed that before I played in my first match, I needed to bring the whole team a treat. Rather than buy them something from the store, I decided to make them something "American." I found this great recipe for homemade Reese's and I decided to try to make it. It was my favorite adventure for the week. Finding the peanut butter was fairly easy since the missionaries were able to refer me to the right store. The hardest part was the chocolate. Because of previous experiences at home in "The States" with failed melting chocolate attempts resulting in cougar bait cookies and other mishaps, I wanted the chocolate to melt nicely. I found some chocolate that they use for icing cake which seemed like a good idea. I ended up creating my own double boiler so that I could melt the chocolate evenly. (I realized after that I could have easily used my milk chocolate bar because it melts in my hand. If I had just put it in the sun it would have melted evenly and wouldn't have burned at all)
The pregame meal: I ordered lentil soup (lencsegulyas-leves) This reminded me of Mom's soup. The biggest difference was the added dumplings and meat.
I also ordered the cheese covered gnocchi (sztrapacska- I guess Hungary's version of mac and cheese). It was a very different flavor of cheese. Almost like blue cheese dressing.
After lunch we headed on the road to Subotica, Serbia. You can sorta see our really great travelling suits in this picture. We have these old black tops and then some cutoff sweatpants. I don't think that I have ever seen these things before in my life in the US. I have seen people cut their sweat pants to be knee length, but I haven't seen anyone wearing these sort of shorts. At least intentionally. After a three hour "bus" ride we arrived in Subotica. Well, all of us except for Moris who didn't have her travelling card so we left her at the border. The Spartan team was really well prepared and killed us. We played six sets against them and they won five of them. I played in five of them and the second six played in the last set.
The post game meal was at a place called the Boss Pizzeria. The food was sooooo good. Ivana and Lana insisted that it was because we were now in Serbia. Ivana and Lana are the two Serbians on the team. I basically spend all my time with them. They are pretty cool people.
Here's Ivana and I at another lunch this week. It was probably my most experimental meal. (Toltott dagado) translated it means spent dagato. After further investigation it was discovered to be something stuffed. Basically it was two slices of something. It was like they had made a huge roll of stuffing, covered it in pork and then sliced it up and gave me two of them. Then slathered it with a marinara sauce. It was pretty good, but the meat on the outside was pretty fatty so I didn't eat much of it.
Friday's dinner: cabbage soup and the Hungarian style Gyro. They really love their French fries. They have a permanent option to have the meal with "salted potatoes" instead of rice.
Here's the view from my window. Its been overcast like this all week. I wake up in the morning and look out my window to see the grogginess outside and put on a long sleeve shirt for the walk to the gym. Then when I would walk outside and it would be almost 30 Celcius, which is pretty warm. I guess that's how it is before the rainstorms here.
On Friday night, before practice, the Vice-mayor came to visit our team as part of his campaign. His gift to us was a massive platter of "golden pasta." It was a gift to the team as a result of their first place finish last season in the Hungarian tournament. This golden pasta is one of the girls' favorites. I would have to say that it isn't the best baked good I have had thus far. It was quite bland. Basically two layers of bread with a thin layer of nuts between. Then they drench it in bland pudding. Maybe I didn't get enough pudding. Oh it's also not even made of pasta. Weird.
Saturday morning, we met at 8:30 am and loaded up the "bus" to start our trip to Jaszbereny. We threw all our bags into this nice trailer and crammed into the Mormon assault vehicle.
The gym at Jaszbereny. It is small, but here we are all lined up and ready to play our first match. Each match consisted of three sets, no more or less.
We played two matches on Saturday. Between matches, Ivana and Lana decided to go get coffee and I came along to eat cake. I ate the nice cherry cake, Lana had a strawberry cake and Ivana ate a three layered cake with an apple, cherry, and poppyseed layer.
Dinner was incredibly small compared to all the other meals I have eaten in Hungary. It was good though. The chicken wasn't fried in ninety gallons of oil and the rice had some nice vegetables in it. The only problem was that they gave us about two cups of water for the four of us to share. Yeah that's just half a cup for four athletes that just played a match of volleyball. We definitely were parched.
Here's the hostel that we stayed at. I shared a room with Lana and Ivana. They are great roommates. Their Serbian chatter just lulled me to sleep. I slept really good that night. All around us hung our jerseys that we had washed so that we could play in somewhat clean jerseys.
Breakfast this morning. Man their baked goods are just to die for. There was a small round of bread with a chunk of ham wrapped around it. Also a loaf of apple stuffed bread. Super good.
Dinner after the match was another delicious fruit soup. Andy, sitting across from me, unfortunately did not get to partake of the delicious fruit soup that was part of our dinner (by choice).
The main meal was spaghetti with the fried chicken. It was fairly good. It was the first time I have eaten spaghetti since leaving the States.
We took first place in the tournament and took a nice team picture. Ivana was one of the special players who received the nice package in front of us. I'm not sure what it was for because I didn't understand anything they were saying, but I think I can safely assume that she was a tournament MVP, not just an award for being the oldest Serbian on the team.
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