Monday, June 16, 2008

Kålrabistappe

I need your help to find the English name for this side dish. It is old, traditional doos here, often to go with salt meat, as we had some days ago. It is made of swede, boiled till it is soft, then mashed with salt, pepper and nutmeg. Simple and very tasty.
I like to cook traditional, and am afraid that the young people of today totally forget, or never learn how to make the food which was essential for previous generations.
Our oldest son bought his own flat a couple of months ago, and he is already realising that pizza and pasta every day can be quite boring. Now he calls me from time to time to get ideas for simple and tasty meals to cook.
I am playing with the idea of making a cookbook for my two sons. I probably have all the recipes I need alreday here at The Blue Café.

Tomorrow I will start preparing food for my Big Party.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Sunday, June 1, 2008

It's Pizza Time.....again

If you read my main blog over in The House in the Woods you know that I have been busy, busy travelling for some time. Here and there, home just long enough to unpack and pack again. Born a traveller I love to travel, but for the moment even I can feel that I am on my way to a limit. I miss my family, I miss my home, I miss my garden and I miss my kitchen.
When I came home last night my husband had made lasagne and one of our grown up boys was here to eat with us. After the meal it felt as a kind of fulfilment to do the dishes, to make the kitchen mine again.
The day before I laft for Copenhagen our fridge broke, and so my husband had to go without me to buy another one. The new fridge arrived only hours before my next travel and there was never any time for me even to open it so see waht it looked like. So when we were driving home today from a handball tournament where Marta played I started to plan what to have for dinner. There is some mincedmeat in the fridge,my husband said, and I decided to do it the easy way - go for pizza.

Dinner is finished, Marta and Terje have gone to watch soccer (Rosenborg, the team of Trondheim against Viking, the team of Stavanger near where my husband was born), Ingrid and her boyfriend will go up to his place to make their own dinner, I have done the dishes and I have made myself at home in the new fridge.

It is time for a quiet night with a book and a mug of tea.