10/07/2026
Ćevapčići
A skinless Slavic sausage. Considered a national dish in Serbia and Bosnia and Herzegovina.
I have Serb mates who would be appalled that I sell these in “tiny” packs of a dozen. I’ve seen these guys completely cover a big arse BBQ plate then turn the Ćevapčići with two spatulas like they are tossing a salad or making a stir fry. I’m sure they think a minimum acceptable order is five kilo.
Like most of the food I make, my recipe has my own take, but they have been judged by the hardcore. I once made a batch, a bloody big batch, for a Serbian best mate’s dad’s wake. (R.I.P Rashco). I was somehow volunteered to do the salad tossing on the barbie out the back (near the wood fire oven and giant veggie patch, goats, chickens etc).
The priest came to the house too. He was wearing some medieval looking skin vest. I tried to buy it off him. Not for sale, at least I think that is what he said.
Anyway, the priest and all the old wogs are eyeballing the skippy who made the Ćevapčići and is now cooking them. I was sweating bullets. No I was sweating bowling balls.
When the first batch was near done, another mate gave one to his dad; “dad, try this Ćevapčići, Rock made them”. The dad was dressed in a suit from the sixties, the coat now a little too small to button up and slip on leather shoes that look like he’d done concreting in them that morning. He was woofing down a sample, breathing in and out quick like you do when food is too hot but its already in your mouth. Then he gets serious and says, in English, not Serb, “mixture is good but he doesn’t know how to cook f@ ”. My mate says “dad, he’s standing right there he can hear you”. Dad says “good, he should learn cook better”.
The priest tried some and said “number one, very good. For Aussie”. They’re a tough crowd. The priest also said while nodding slowly “very good Serbian moostashe”. It might have been because I was doing some cosplay wearing a traditional Serb cap. I thanked him anyway.
Rockstock Ćevapčići – judged excellent by old wogs and a Serb priest.
Gluten free, preservative free, make contain traces of meat.
In store shortly upper level Nuggets Crossing, opposite the post office.