A prettier, more user-friendly version of An Expat’s Norway is finally here!!
(Well, ok, not exactly “here”… but here: www.expatsnorway.net) wooop wooop!
A prettier, more user-friendly version of An Expat’s Norway is finally here!!
(Well, ok, not exactly “here”… but here: www.expatsnorway.net) wooop wooop!
This morning, Norway invited itself for breakfast:
The sun gets up at about 4 am these days. The little ones are the first to sense the rays of light despite our efforts to make each room as dark and fresh as a coffin. Ehem.
Here’s one of Sophie’s favorites: A “lompe” with brown cheese; though she cannot read yet, the newspaper is part of any nutritious Norwegian breakfast.
So, what happens when you cross a Gnocci and a Crêpe? You get a LOMPE or what I like to call “the Norwegian Tortilla”. It’s a thin pancake made of potatoes used mainly to wrap hotdogs (instead of bread). Its neutral taste makes it easy to combine with sweet foods as well. In this case: Brown Cheese (Brun Ost), another Norwegian Classic.
The only thing brown cheese has in common with real cheese is that it’s made of milk (goat milk); but the final product tastes more like caramel. It is chewy and salty at the beginning and leaves you with a sweet aftertaste as it melts away from between your teeth. The best way to appreciate it is in thin slices. Continue reading
It took me 3 hours and a jug of coffee to get ready and out of the house. We were to celebrate Norway’s Constitution Day, the biggest most respected national holiday. To be honest, I didn’t feel like loosing myself in the crowd to wave at the royal family. Were it up to me, they could have slept in today. I would have too, after a night of feeding a baby boy who wakes up every 3 hours.
But getting ready was the only way I could escape the sound of my mother-in-law’s heals knocking on the wooden floor. She had been ready since 9 am.
So I plucked my eye brows, put on some make up (it had been so long that my little girl asked: what is that on your eyes mom?) and a fancy dress with a distant smell of moth, so long had it been since I’d worn it last. Continue reading
The best way to get to know a culture, is to live in it for some time. The next best thing is to read stories from those who actually do. Wouldn’t it be great if there was a compilation of expat experiences portraying different points of view about life in Norway?
Starting June 7th, there will be! Continue reading
Guest Post by Linda Cottrell: “I am a serial expat from the USA and UK, now living in Norway. I am married to a Brit, and we are looked after by two children, two cats and a small library. I enjoy a wide variety of activities, both creative and sporty. Although I am an engineer by trade (how else to move to Norway?!), I have also played ‘cello in a professional orchestra, done lawn service and gardening, worked as a machinist, and as a bicycling instructor. Housework is the bane of my existence, so I ignore it and go out to play with the kids.” Enjoy!
The first time I moved countries, I didn’t know the profound differences culture and foreignness would make in forming new friendships. Continue reading
It was the night before monday and I couldn’t wait any longer. My husband made a quick trip to the pharmacy in the middle of the night to get me some Peace Of Mind at a reasonable price. I unwrapped it and did what I had to do. Eternity ended after 2 minutes and there it was, on the small gray screen: “Gravid” (As in: Pregnant). We hugged in the bathroom and smiled in silence while our 3-year-old slept: we were pregnant with our second child. My mind started racing: so much to think about! What do we need? what do we already have? What to eat? What not to eat? Check-ups, due-date… a new life as a family of four. It’s easy to focus on the planning and the must-dos of this 9-month transition, forgetting to enjoy being pregnant which is a shame. I interrupted the thinking-twister to remind myself what an enjoyable experience this can be in Norway! Continue reading