Tag: norskmat

  • Fastelavnsboller

    Fastelavnsboller

    Fastelavn. Shrovetide. Carnaval.

    Seven weeks before Easter, and sitting at the cusp of Lent, is a celebration spanning the centuries, and evolving to what is known today in Norway as Fastelavn, or ‘the fast evening’. Three days encompass the fastelavnsfeiring celebrations, starting on Fastelavnssøndag (Sunday), followed with Blåmandag(Blue Monday) or Fleskemandag and concluding with Feitetirsdag (Fat Tuesday) or Hvitetirsdag (White Tuesday).

    The roots of Fastelavn tie into the fertility cult. When those with life – women, animals & trees – would be awakened to fertility by being struck with the branches of birch trees. This practice is known as Fastelavnris. Birch trees often had buds at this time of year, and those twigs were referred to as life twigs. It was believed that those branches which did not bear buds at this time, had the fertility effect in itself, and were regarded with even more favor. The blossoming buds were also used for crop and weather predictions. Later, with the associations of Christianity, the twigs were regarding as symbols of the Passion of Christ and as the beginning of Lent.

    FastelavnsbollerThe concept of awakening later turned into an old tradition of waking early from bed and grabbing birch branches to then playfully spank those who were not yet awake. It was normal, up until far into the late 1900s, for children to whip their parents for fun and to be treated to a cream-filled bun afterwards. These buns are still eaten on Sunday.

    The star of Fastelavn: a bun. A boller, to be exact. Freshly baked. Sweetened cream nestled inside. Topped with a generous dousing of powered sugar – just enough to crown the lips of the one lucky enough to take a bite. These are decadent, yet simple. Sometimes, a spreading of jam will grace its interior as well, or custard, but traditionally, the cream should suffice. It’s possible these buns originated from the dumplings which previously were eaten with fatty soup and meat on Sunday as a practice of gluttony.

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    Fastelavnsboller

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  • Baked Smoked Salmon & Eggs (Røkelaks og Egg)

    Baked Smoked Salmon & Eggs (Røkelaks og Egg)

    It was a gusty weekend throughout parts of Norway as storm Tor made an unwanted appearance. Our little valley seemed to escape its high notes, lending a great excuse to watch the local ski jumping competitions on Saturday with friends – and drink copious amounts of coffee – then stay in all day and do a light brunch on Sunday.

    Our hens have been laying more and more eggs and, as such, have given measurable rise to the egg basket collection.  I can’t even begin to tell you how wonderful fresh farm eggs are. They have more flavor, more panache, and….well, I suppose they are the best because we have cared for, fed and raised these chickens while spending countless hours protecting them and ensuring the coop does not turn into a freezer as we hit minus temperatures. When you give love, you get love in return. And that’s the payoff. So, our simple brunch of a bed of Norwegian smoked salmon and carmelized leek turned into something a bit more rich and meaningful as we topped it off with our eggs and baked it lovingly in the oven.

    Baked Smoked Salmon and Eggs

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  • 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 Bakeri – Rollag, Norway

    Mollas Bakeri – Rollag, Norway

    I woke up feeling a little bit more Norwegian today. Almost as if I had woken up wearing a pair of skis. It’s that kind of a feeling. A rush, a flutter of excitement, a step closer to my fellow nordman. And all because of lefse. Yes, that laborious, understated flatbread that easily reigns as Norway’s national bread.

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