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Anticelulitic remodelant retractant cu efect de anti-recidiva o luna. Ajuta si la dureri de cap?

Pentru ca, desi nu mai stiu in ce retea sunt, telefonul meu imi spune ca e timpul sa o dau pe abba zabba, abba zabba, abba zabba.

Si imi vine sa cant “masina de spalat traieste mai mult cu calgon!”
Hakushika, m-am ametit.

As I mentioned before, my grandma is making tuica at home. The plums are handpicked after being vigorously shaken down form the tree with a big stick. After that she lets them ferment for… a while. She then puts them all in the copper and makes a big fire underneath it, in the open air. It takes some hours for all the fermented plums to boil and to produce the steam that goes from the copper through a pipe in cold water, wich then condenses the steam to finally make it come out in a bucket as tuica.

I am not a tuica person. The first time in my life I got drunk happened to be with the family’s traditional drink, and believe me, it was not too pleasant. Especially when you are throwing up under your mom and dad’s drunk-but-not-puking flabbergasted looks. After this incident I didn’t drink tuica for a few years, even smelling it made me sick.

My mom had to do something too. Last summer she made visinata, which is made with some sour cherries fermented in sugar and then drowned in tuica. For an extra flavor and quality, she had added some raspberries. As it was too late for me to go buy anything and I couldn’t trick anyone into doing it for me, I had nothing else to do and no beer. I remembered about the visinata and I asked my mom if she still had it. She said she did but “you shouldn’t be drinking, it’s bad for you, you get used to drinking…” you know, mom stuff. I eventually convinced her that I will make a good assessment oh the quality of her visinata, and being curious about how good of a job she had done, she gave me some.
I could proudly say it’s the best visinata I’ve ever had. It just feels like there is no tuica in it, wich is good. I am still not crazy about it. What you have there is more like an alcohol flavored sour cherry juice. Which… gets you pretty drunk.
Last night I wanted some. Since she keeps it supervised so I can’t attack it, to make sure she won’t refuse me again fearing a shortage of visinata, I told her “you know my sleeping problem, it’s just a hard time I’m going through and I need some to have a good sleep.” That worked of course, what kind of degenerated mother wants to see her child being sleepless?
Unfortunately my sleep wasn’t so good. I kept thinking of what a wonderful sleep I would have had if my mom wasn’t so stingy.