“Please, have more. You’ve hardly eaten,” says Marilena, as she ladles some extra sarmale cabbage rolls onto my plate. I’ve had three already, and this is after two bowls of chicken soup and a couple of lichiu, sweet-sour, custardy tarts that Marilena Băcişor hands me between courses, just for good measure. Her husband, Alexandru, pours me a fourth shot of his homemade pălincă plum brandy. “I don’t drink,” he jokes, gulping a fourth shot of his own. We clink glasses, and I tuck into the cabbage rolls. I’m not going to disappoint Marilena, who I’ve begun calling ‘bunică’, Romanian for grandma.
It’s early afternoon, and Marilena’s garden, in the central Romanian village of Apold, is buzzing. Along with bees that provide honey, there are goats, grapevines and cherry and plum…
