let’s go foraging {norway.2}
See this, children? This is what fishing for your supper looks like.
Then we pulled on gumboots to comb the mossy marsh below the cottage for cloudberries.
Our lovely host, Helle, smushed them into a tangy jam and slathered it on her homemade rye bread.
Then, some 20 years after reading this book, my blueberry-picking fantasy sprang to life!
Vegetarians are an endangered species so far North, and we certainly didn’t encounter many in the wild. Not used to all the meat (and the snifters of aquavit), we flew home and ate dark leafy greens and fruit for a week straight before coming up for air.
I suppose you could say we foraged these, too – or scrounged them, rather. More on the 10 bags of coffee we brought home and the espressobars we visited in the last episode of our Norway story. (It may or may not involve a celebrity sighting, but I’m not naming names…)
aw you vege you
now you just have to fulfill your dream of vineyard tending with hot muscled men alongside, dribbling grape juice with each stride
Great photograph!
that bread looks delicious. DO you have the recipe or an idea of how it’s done? I only visited Oslo in Norway, in winter, a bad experience…But I now Norway has a lot to offer and you just revealed that indeed it has!
I didn’t get Helle’s recipe, no — major mistake! I’ll see what I can do, and let you know. (:
And I’m so glad you might be willing to give Norway another chance! I’ve heard the winter is pretty brutal, and it was a relief to see such a carefree, warm side instead.
know…sorry for the typos. I need coffee.
Wow wat een mooi avontuur in de natuur! En die grappige besjes heb ik echt nog nooit van m’n leven eerder gezien. Ze zien er heerlijk uit! X
Ik moest me even aan wennen want de smaak was echt heel apart…maar ja, heel lekker. (:
All of this food looks great, snifters of aquavit and heaps of meat notwithstanding. MY fantasy is to get a taste of cloudberries. You at least found some wild blueberries. Cloudberries don’t exist on this side of the Atlantic. :( Ken