I have now eaten caviar. Maybe I didn’t eat enough to make a thorough judgement on its taste, but along with the other tastes and textures on the bite of Swedish sandwich cake that I ate, it was pretty good.
My friend, Pam, already knew what a Swedish sandwich cake was; heck, she had already pinned a recipe for it on Pinterest! But I’ve got to tell you that when I first saw this piece of art being removed from the fridge, I thought, “Oh, my, this is going to be way better than the soup and bread I serve my guests for lunch.” Then, the host pulled out another one.
I had been invited for lunch at a friend’s house today. There were seven ladies in attendance; all of whom I knew. For my hostess gift, I brought a stack of the nicest gingersnaps from the batch I had made last night,
all wrapped up in a plastic bag and tied with a bow from Belgium. From the start, I said that they could all speak Norwegian today as I was ‘sure I could follow along’ with the conversation. I did, for the most part. At least I laughed at the right times. 🙂
We all sat around her dining table and drank tea and ate Swedish sandwich cake and talked. Everyone had two pieces. I could have had a third easily, but I thought I had better not since I just finished telling them about my
astounding recent weight loss of nearly nine kilos. You read correctly; that would be ‘ni kilos’ in Norsk. 😀 So, I had another cup of tea instead.
After the sandwich cake, the host brought out a bowl of fresh strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, and a small bowl of whipped cream. Oh, and a bowl of cut-up bars (thought I was back in North Dakota–imagine, BARS!–or, if you say it with a North Dakotan accent, ‘barz’.) The bars were a three-layer dessert with the base being a very Norwegian crust of crushed almonds, butter, and sugar, the second layer was a truffle, and the third layer was milk chocolate. Of course, I ate one. We all had coffee too. In small cups. 😉
So, nearly two and half hours after we all arrived, we began to leave. Everyone said their thanks and greetings to the families of the others and left. Such a delightful time. “Så deilig.” And not once did the host appear stressed.
Now for the popcorn story. It’s not exactly about popcorn, per se, but more about our experiences in going to the movies, Moss-style. We have attended three movies since our arrival eight weeks ago. That is somewhat behind our usual 3x/month attendance at movies in Grand Forks. This is mainly due to the high cost of going to movies here–it is about $15 per ticket to go, plus our usual (but not tonight) popcorn and Coke which, here, runs about another $13. That total reminds me of the cost of a movie date night for Paul and I when we actually had to also pay for the babysitter!
Anyhoo, tonight we went to the movies, and as we were paying for our tickets, the gal asks us, ‘where would you like to sit?’. I’m thinking, “sheesh, every time we go, there are so few people there, we can choose practically anywhere in the whole theater to sit”, but whatever. We tell her, just put us where YOU would like to sit.
We sit in the 6th row around the middle of 19 seats. There are a total of two other people in the theater. This particular ‘salon’ fits 233 people. As more people slowly come in to sit down, I notice that they are ALL sitting in our general area; in the two rows in front of us, our row, and in the row behind us. Paul counted about a total of 32 people. Okay, so maybe it’s just me, but I thought it humorous that 32 people needed to have reserved seats for this movie in a salon that holds 233 people. And couldn’t the gal who chooses all our seats have put maybe a two-seat buffer between all the parties of people? Just a thought.