This is the third and final part of my three-part series of autumn dishes featuring Rutabaga
When you have something as forgiving and simple to make as knekkebrød (crisp bread), it’s easy to experiment with different flavors and use up what you have lying around the house. I was looking for a new type of crisp bread to serve guests this autumn – something versatile, and something that leaves an intriguing taste. With all the leftover rutabaga puree I had from the Flourless Rutabaga Roulade, I knew I had to incorporate it.
Enter in Rutabaga Crisp Breads. (more…)
As we head into the last weeks of summer, it means final chances to use up the last of the summer berries. And one berry that always intrigues me is the blackcurrant. It’s all at once sweet and tart and has a beautiful deep purple, almost black and glossy exterior. The taste is earthy and leaves you with a lingering aromatic experience. They’re divine eaten directly from their stems and are also a favorite in sauces, jams, jellies and sweet and savory dishes.
It’s not difficult to see just how important bread plays a role in Norway. The Nordic food culture is built upon grains and the varieties of bread types have an historic thread throughout the region.
The farm is exceptionally lush after a heavy rain. What once was a sparse and navigable terrain has turned into something of a throbbing Norwegian jungle. Complete with honey bees and energetic insects. And this is only the beginning. The next weeks will lead into summer and this will bring more and more life back into the surroundings. And lucky for us, this means more wild edibles. 
There’s something quite alluring about making waffles. Golden batter poured over a hot, textured iron, quickly flowing into each deep groove. As the top of the iron closes over the bottom, the batter squeezes towards the edges. Sometimes a little batter escapes the confines of the iron grasp and hangs on the outside. With a bit of patience, the waiting concludes with a simple green light or a gentle lift. The test of success comes in the form of desired crispiness, desired browning, and whether it can easily be peeled from its honeycomb embrace. Seeing those five hearts melded together and the taste of each one is nothing short of humble satisfaction. It’s the simple pleasures, you know. 
There’s nothing quite like the smell of homemade bread baking in the oven. The warmth of the oven encompassing the kitchen and the anticipation of taking the first bite.