It’s complicated (the situation, not the recipe)
My Croatian grandmother evocative was not Baka, but Nonna.
The thing is: Nonno and Nonna escaped from Croatia into Italy. (Yeah they escaped into an Italy controlled by Mussolini, smart) and they had my father there. So as it happens my father is Italian, my grandparents were Croatian but called nonno and nonna ...
Croatia has some very important arguments. One that I like the most is Pršut. I mean ham. Those lovely pig legs cured to perfection.
Inland Croatia cures but don’t smoke, coastal Croatia dry-cures it.
If you are lucky, one day you might have to try both to check which one is better.
Paški sir (Pag island cheese)
As far ...
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