Seven cakes in one weekend

Miranda working on a middle layer of giant birthday cake

Miranda warned me that a weekend with her relatives would mean a lot of food. She predicted a weekend weight gain.

With my family I felt well trained to deal with such a situation but really the hospitality was overwhelming. As GOST, the guest, I sat at the head of the table and was served first and the most. JOS (More!)I was instructed again and again. "Take more!" Miranda seemed to keep hissing in my ear so I would not insult anyone.

I did my best.

I calculated that I had no less than seven pieces of cake, two stuffed peppers and many stuffed cabbage leaves and onions, homemade chicken noodle soup, burek, potatoes and two joints of roast pork.

Oink, indeed.