Norwegian Christmas Baking: Krumkaker
I still remember what it was like, cupping my hand under my mouth to catch the crumbs. Biting into a krumkake at my grandparents’ house at Christmastime, I knew that the cookie would inevitably shatter. I just had to be…
St. Lucia Saffron Buns (Lussekatter)
“Who made these?” she asked, sitting across from me at the dinner table the other night, a golden swirled saffron bun in her hand. “I did.” “They’re good,” she replied, her face in a slight grimace of satisfaction. It’s been nearly…
Starting Again, with Pickled Beets
Time goes quickly here, sometimes too quickly. I know it’s something we all experience, the subject of small talk and of catching up with old acquaintances at big events, but it’s true. The time really does fly. As I sit here…
Norwegian Baking Class in Seattle, January 24
In a few hours the clock will strike midnight and Christmas Eve will be upon us. There are a few more gifts to wrap–plus my husband and I just decided a few hours ago to host Christmas dinner at our house–but all…
Easy Holiday Appetizer: Gravlax
Oh friends, how does one even start after having been silent for so long? Life is full in the real world, even if it seems quiet in the virtual one. I’ll get to the gravlax you see here in the…
Lemon-Scented Riskrem (Rice Cream) with Raspberry Sauce
The blog has been sleeping, in a state of early winter hibernation these past few weeks. But on the other side of the screen things have been brewing, dreams being wrung out and filled back up, taking wing. A new…
Julekake (Norwegian Christmas Bread)
This morning I woke up to the sight of freshly-fallen snow. I snapped a quick photo through the window in the blue-tinted light just to capture the moment for myself. As I excitedly looked from one window to the next,…
Two Red Cabbage Salads for Your Christmas Table
The Christmas tree stands unadorned in my living room where it’s taken residence since the Sunday before last. The strings of lights and masses of translucent, opaque, and metallic red bulbs are ready to be strung and strewn throughout its…
A Lutefisk Feast
“My mom would have been proud of you,” Dad told me from the place where he rested, post-meal, in my kitchen. As I sealed plastic wrap over bowls of medisterkaker, potatoes, red cabbage, and riskrem to refrigerate and Mom filled my dishwasher…
Cardamom Thumbprint Cookies with a Scandinavian Touch
They’d all be here in 15 minutes, my mom alerted me in a text message. My mom and dad, grandma, uncle, and contingent of cousins were on their way, the first arrivals of a 21-person Thanksgiving feast. I reflected on…
