Thanks Trapper

Trapper posted this in the comments and I almost peed myself laughing. It seems that Australian Macedonians are the same as Canadian ones.

I won’t elaborate on each item but here are a few of my comments:

You know you are Macedonian when . . .

You base your whole life on the fortune in your coffee cup.
I don’t but my Mom and my Aunts used to read the patterns left behind after drinking Turkish coffee.

You use ‘Rakija’ to cure all illnesses, celebrate all occasions and as a massage lotion.
I don’t rub brandy on my body but maybe I should start. It does help with muscle aches.

You celebrate Christmas, Easter and New Years two weeks after everyone else.
Some old-school Macedonians do but we never did.

Your baba will not accept the fact that you’re just not hungry.
Most grandmothers are like this but mine wasn’t really into cooking. But I have many Aunts who are like this.

Your parents constantly say you’ll end up a nobody if you don’t graduate from a University.
Yes, indeed.

You go to your baba’s house, she offers you supa, sarma, piperki or Kolbasi and gets upset if you don’t eat EVERYTHING.
My Aunts are still like this and I don’t mind – I love soup, peppers and salami. I think “sarma” is a cabbage roll and yes I like that, too!

There’s a slab of fat in your fridge called ‘SLANINA’.
We didn’t have this but we did have pig’s feet in jelly which is even more gross.

Everyone asks you how much money you made on your wedding night.
Sad but very true.

You constantly get asked how much money you make at work and how big your home loan is.
This used to really annoy me so I used to lie to relatives and tell them I worked at a gas station. This really upset my parents, even though I was the manager of the Petro Canada station in question.

Your parents can eat ‘luti piperki’ like chocolate and not break out in a sweat.
I love hot peppers and I can eat them like candy. I don’t like chocolate.

The house has to be vacuumed at least 10 times a week.
I am a neat freak. I had not idea this was because of my ethnic heritage.

Half of your backyard is a bafcha.
I think this means garden. My people say ‘gradina” but you bet! A huge one!

You eat “graf” at least three times a week.
This is bean soup. I love this very much. My peope call it “bowp“ which rolls off the tongue in an amusing way. Try it: Boooow-pup.

Your “Kumovi” (godparents) choose your child’s name.
This is true in my case. But I am pretty sure they had a few options to choose from.

Your mother gets paranoid about cleaning the house before she has guests over.
Oh yes she did and this is perhaps why I am nuts now.

When guests walk into your house your mother gives each one of them a pair of “Vlecki”.
This might be a knitted slipper. We call them “terlitsie” and yeah everyone got a pair.

When you go over someones house, you take of your shoes otherwise its rude to walk into their house with shoes on.
See “terlitsie”above. I don’t like shoes inside either.

You get hurt and your parents say “Nisto nema, ke pomini”.
“It’s nothing, it will go away” is something my grandmother would say if someone poked an eye out.

You can understand Serbian, Bulgarian, and Croatian and a little bit of Russian.
Yeah, sorta.

People can’t pronounce your last name.
No, mine is easy because of the damn Greeks 😉

You can relate to something above and are cracking up right now!!!!
I am. The rest of you are probably not. But I had fun and that’s the important thing.