Winter wonderland

I left Sigishoara not long after 6am today as we were going to meet some people at Poiana Brasov.
It was snowing quite hard as we left and was still coming down by the time we got to the Heritage Club where we were to meet what I call the B team, as one comes from Bucharest and the other from Brasov. I count Alin and myself as the A team...
We left them about noon and headed back towards Mosna.
You may remember that the policeman, Erne ( Ernie), had promised to make his special mij. Actually its spelled mice but pronounced meetch.
Of course, we didn't get there until after 3 pm but as the food hadn't even begun to be cooked it didn't matter. The Mayor ( detoxing until Christmas) led me into his cellar to choose the wine and tuica. He had this years, last years, from Mosna, from Nemsa and various red, white, all in barrels ranged along the side of the vault. Nothing would do but I should try them all before choosing one to take, which was duly decanted into a couple of plastic schweppes bottles.
The idea had been to have a barbecue out in the fields but the weather wasn't up to it, so it was decided the cooking would be done in the Police Station yard and the eating done in Erne's house beside it.
All the people from the Political night's dinner were there. I mentioned before Erne's cooking is to die for and today proved no exception.
The starter was chicken wings. That doesn't sound exciting but they are prepared by pulling off the skin and bringing all the flesh to the "elbow"end, then dipped in egg and breadcrumbs and deep fried. Delicious.
The second course was barbecued fish served in a light soup - full of wonderful herbs, garlic, different greens and made from proper chicken stock.
The piece de resistance was the mij. People literally sighed as they ate them - served on their own with some mustard, they were so light and scrumptious that a huge bowl disappeared in minutes.
Conversation had been light and completely dried up as the mij were eaten.
There was the sound of smacking lips, sighs and finally the Mayor said "Forte buna" - really good.
And so they were.