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  • Rakfisk (Norwegian Fermented Fish)

    Rakfisk (Norwegian Fermented Fish)

    Rakfisk (Norwegian Fermented Fish)Rakfisk (Norwegian Fermented Fish)

    Centuries ago, a group of fishermen mounted their horses early in the autumn and began their trek deep into the mountains of Norway. Lakes abounding, the fishermen spent their days in much success. Preservation of the bounty would have included much salt, but to their dismay they had not brought enough on this journey. They used all they had with nothing left to spare. They began their long journey back down the mountain in the hope that the fish would still be preserved. Days turned into weeks and the fish began to ferment. Upon returning home, and in anticipation that the fish had not gone to waste, the fisherman discovered something quite unusual. The fish had gone through a process in which had preserved it in a different way. They had stumbled upon something so delightful that it took hold and became a traditional delicacy across the land. 

    This is the story I am told when asked how rakfisk came to be. A legend? Most certainly. But what we do know is that the process of fermentation has been known and popular across the world for thousands of years. Whether tales of accidental fermentation are true or not, is it certain that once the method of fermenting fish arrived in Norway, it became a significant part of the diet and an old tradition which is still upheld today. In fact, rakfisk is considered one of the most culturally important and iconic Norwegian recipes. And while many will never have the opportunity to make it themselves, this is certainly a dish you should try at least once. (more…)

  • Uvdalsleiven Tradisjonsbakst’s Kling (Lefse)

    Uvdalsleiven Tradisjonsbakst’s Kling (Lefse)

    Norwegian Kling (Lefse) from Uvdalsleiven TradisjonsbakstNorwegian Kling (Lefse) from Uvdalsleiven TradisjonsbakstMy second visit to Uvdalsleiven Tradisjonsbakst is underway and as I draw nearer to the bakery, I pass the Nore og Uvdal Bygdetun with Uvdal’s  stave church towering above the hill; a reminder of the days past and the history of this place. The horses have come to graze nearby and I stop for a moment to take in the surroundings. There’s a peacefulness in Numedal, in the towns which lie throughout. Enriched by gentle people, the structures of their labor and their heritage amidst a landscape of pure, unadulterated nature. I’m reminded how food has shaped and been shaped by the culture, and how certain delicacies remain as pure as the landscape. One such iconic product, which is so commonplace and at the same time ensues such nostalgia and longing for, is kling.

    My second visit to Uvdasleieven is underway and as I draw nearer to the bakery, I pass the Uvdal Byggdetun & Stave church, a reminder of the days past and the history of this place. The horses have come to graze nearby and I stop for a moment to take in the surroundings. There’s a peacefulness in Numedal, in the towns which lay throughout. Enriched by gentle people, the structures of their labor and their heritage amidst a landscape of pure, unadulterated nature. I’m reminded how food has shaped and been shaped by the culture, and how certain delicacies remain as pure as the landscape. One such iconic product, which is so commonplace and at the same time ensues such nostalgia and longing for, is Kling. Hanne and Hanne K greet me with smiles as they carry on mixing, rolling and baking. Their day started at 5.30 this morning, and I’m only now joining them as they carry on working until the work is done. No clock to follow, only the work of their hands counting down the minutes. Today, they are making kling. You and I might call it lefse, but to anyone from these parts, it is kling. Whether with a smear of butter and sugar or served plain, this is kling from Uvdal. Hanne’s recipe has won over many fans, boasting a light and delicate kling, with my favorite being sugar and butter sandwiched between two kling and cut into large triangles. Rolling each kling by hand is a practice not suitable to the demands of production. These days, a machine aids in the rolling, but in no way is an indication of the process being easy. Each dough must go through the machine a total of 14 times, and each time through, the ladies must flour, turn, adjust and observe. There is an unspoken synchronization at work. It is second nature to them, but I can see it clearly. One makes the dough, the other rolls the prepared dough and when enough kling has been rolled out, one will make their way toward the takke. If cooking one at a time isn’t hard enough, they cook two simultaneously. Alternating and flipping. And this method carries on, with each task being traded off between the two of them so there is a balance. For both body and mind. The recipe is from her grandmother. And as each one begins to bubble and brown, they are placed on top of each other and wrapped in a blanket of plastic and fabric. Stored overnight, they will be prepared the following day. Some will be given a coating of butter and sugar, while the rest will be left plain. Hanne tells me that the plain kling goes well with warm beta soup, or topped with some butter and eaten with rakfisk. She reveals that her custom is to eat it with a bowl of risengrot (rice porridge), although this is not common practice. A habit she indulges in at home on the rare occasion. There’s a quietness today. Hanne is quick to explain that on kling days they generally keep conversation to a minimum. They work in auto-mode and move to the beat of the radio playing in the background until it’s time for a short break. Coffee, served black and taken on the front steps. We reminisce over the area and the history of the place. We discuss kling and markets. We agree that tradition is strong in these parts and that everyone is proud of their heritage, their recipes and the hard work that goes into every morsel. I’m not from here. I’m only a guest, but I feel closer to this valley and the people, because of these conversations and people like Hanne and Hanne Karine. Hanne is a great example of the labor and love that goes into maintaining tradition and running a business. Her products speak for themselves in quality and flavor. And in an area where everyone makes their own version of her products and swears by their family recipe, she certainly has to work even harder to standout. And she does so gracefully. She is a great advocate for Uvdal and the traditions of the community. She’s not the only one, but she is a voice and her products carry a certain weight of importance as they tell the stories of the area’s food culture to those passing through and they can also inspire others to see the value in local products. Norwegian Kling (Lefse) from Uvdalsleiven Tradisjonsbakst (more…)

  • Snipp

    Snipp

    Snipp - Norwegian 'collar' cookiesMy sister recently collated and copied my Great Grandmother’s recipes as gifts for the whole family. Reading through the recipes brought back so many wonderful memories. Her cookies were always a highlight of our holiday traditions. Cookies that, today, seem classical and perhaps a bit vintage. Something our grandmother grew up with and baked for us in our childhood, but we rarely, if ever, bake in our own kitchens.

    Not long ago, I was visiting a friend here in Numedal, and she served me coffee with a side of snipp. I certainly had never come across it and neither had my Norwegian husband. It’s one of those pillowy & soft sugar based cookies, with a sweet cloud of cardamom and cinnamon aroma surrounding it. It’s simplicity at its best and perfect with a cup of tea or coffee.

    Snipp - Norwegian 'collar' cookies (more…)

  • Krumkaker with Espresso Cream & Juniper Berry Cream

    Krumkaker with Espresso Cream & Juniper Berry Cream

    I pulled open the drawer and took out a small iron wrapped in a clear, plastic bag. Blackened with grease. The signs of wear and tear. Perhaps overuse. Love. I found this particular iron, known as a krumkakejern, hidden underneath serving trays and bread baskets at the local charity shop. It was hard to tell what it was from just looking at it. And the plastic bag did not do it any justice. But once I realised what it was, a smile crept across my face and my eyes grew wide with that gitty excitement you get when you’ve discovered something wonderful & hidden. And while it was no longer precious to its first beholder, I brought it home and tucked it away gently, waiting for December to come around. When I could bring my krumkakejern back to life.

    Krumkaker with espresso cream and juniper berry cream (more…)

  • Far’s Traditional Pinnekjøtt (Lamb Ribs)

    Far’s Traditional Pinnekjøtt (Lamb Ribs)

    Pinnekjøtt. Salty. Rich. Chewy & tender. ‘Tis the season when the year’s hard work of rearing, raising, rounding up, & preserving culminates into a grand finale. For 1.7 million Norwegians, that means pinnekjøtt. And thanks to the lovely ladies at Rollag Stasjon, I got to indulge a little bit earlier this year. They prepare pinnekjøtt from the famous spælsau from Numedal (read more about Numedal). Spælsau has grazed more on scrubland, willow and herbs than other sheep breeds, which gives the meat a more wild feel. The meat has less fat and is well marbled. Raised & processed in Numedal, it is some of the best lamb you can get in Norway. (more…)

  • Mollas’ Lefse

    Mollas’ Lefse

    Grethe from Mollas Bakeri in Rollag, Norway, is as authentic as they come. For her, staying true to the old traditions of cooking lefse is the secret to what makes her products stand out. For a truly authentic lefse experience, you’ll need a takke (griddle) on hand, heated by a wood-fire. As this may be difficult for most, a large electric griddle will suffice – although, you won’t quite be able to replicate the charred freckles and earthy, smokey taste. Nonetheless, with a little hard work and patience, you’ll earn yourself one tasty treat which you can show off to all your family & friends.

    For more about Grethe & her bakery, see this post. You can also watch a short video to see how she cooks lefse on her traditional takke.

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