... I keep reminding him of how sick he got the last time and how he swore he´ll never have one again...
On our 2000km journey south, I have to listen to his intense plans of when we´ll go to "U Zvonu" place in Cernosice so he can have his pork knee. Note that the plans get more and more intense as we near the Czech border. By the time we reach Prague, the time and date, the table and the seating order are already set up.
When the big day comes, Jachym starts writing about it on his Facebook page.
Once the weitress brings the 1kg monster to the table, Jachym begins to feast, but first he has to say his traditional sentence: "omg, it´s so big, I can´t eat it all", oh, I´m gonna be so sick". And "Take a picture". No comment. By the way, one day I´ll get a collection of the "Jachym and pork knee" pictures together and post it.
By the time dinner´s over, Jachym is fairly sick. While his mom and I enjoy the conversation over a cup of coffee or sometimes a dessert, for which we left space by ordering normal meals, Jachym has to loosen his belt, breathes heavily and starts showing signs of suffering.
And then the notorious sentence is being said: "Next time I swear I won´t order it!"
See what I have to put up with?
And so goes the saga of the pork knee... Until next year.