---from Breakfast in the Twelfth Century
Berkasovo, Yugoslavia, is a village stuck in time. Except for a few steam-driven machines which seldom worked, it might as well have been the Twelfth Century.
I grew up there to the age of twelve.
Breakfast was a cup of milk still warm from the cow along with a slice of bread, a piece of bacon, maybe an egg. Sometimes potato pancakes. Sometimes crepes with plum jam. Sometimes sour milk with bread. On winter mornings there was fried cornmeal mush or cream of wheat.
Maybe you have forgotten by now what the Twelfth Century was like. Here are moments of that existence.
By spring there is not much