November 7, 2011
Bergen, Day 7: Prawn Sandwich Party
Kåre and I started off the day with gas.
...For the car! At this nifty gas pump, aka a normal Norwegian gas pump. But it's far sleeker than those I've seen in the US—this specimen, for example. Or maybe this design is used in the US, just nowhere I've been. WHAT IS THE LIFE OF A GAS PUMP DESIGNER?
And so I wonder. And have no answers.
For lunch, we stopped by Godt Brød, a local bakery chain. They specialize in bread and thus offer sandwiches, but they don't have a menu of sandwiches optimized for deliciousness—it's all DIY.
In my case, DIY = sandwich failure. Sure, I could make a decent grilled cheese sandwich or tuna salad sandwich, but when faced with a selection of fillings that I'm supposed to combine in a cohesive manner, the "cohesive" part kind of shrivels up and collapses into a poof of dust.
So we ended up with these sandwiches. What's in 'em? Sliced meats, lettuce, cucumbers, red peppers, sprouts, cheese, and spreads. The individually ingredients were tasty, but altogether they didn't mesh that well. They probably would've been better as salads sans bread.
Thankfully, dinner made up for everything. Kåre and I visited his cousin Joar (pronounced yoo-are) and Joar's wife Jahara at their home in Os for a night of open face prawn sandwiches (or a prawn buffet; Norway's got a whole lotta prawns). To recreate it at home, get a huge bowl of prawns—they had cooked 'em from a bag of frozen ones—and lay it out with a loaf of sliced bread, butter, and mayonnaise. Slather a slice of bread with butter, peel prawns and layer them on the bread, add some mayo, squeeze on some lemon juice, and eat! Then repeat one to ten times. It's a fun, easy, and damn tasty way to feed a group of people, unless you're allergic to shellfish (sorry, Nick).
We finished off with coffee and dessert. Or everyone else finished off with coffee and dessert, while I just ate dessert (there was ice cream on my plate before I...ate it).
Joar and Jahara are two of the sweetest, coolest people you could ever meet. I'd say, "You should meet 'em!" except you probably won't with the geographical obstacle and all. ...But you should meet 'em.
On the way home we took one last look around a grocery store in case I wanted to buy anything, "anything" really only meaning "giant chocolate bars." The other purpose was to take photos of products I could use in a post about Norwegian grocery stores on Serious Eats, a post that up until three minutes before writing this paragraph I thought I had written. But then I realized, haha!, nope, it never went up because I forgot to finish it. And I was so very pumped to give you the link to this post that doesn't exist. (I did write this guide to Norwegian (and some Swedish) candy; do I get some points for that? I hope so because that post took ages. Also, I had to eat all the candy multiple times, which you'd think is fun, but after a while it really isn't. Yeah cry me a river whatever I'llstopnow.)
My last night in Norway ended with a full moon. And then...back home.
But "back home" was on February 19. What's happened since then? Kåre visited New York twice, in May and August, and we met up in Sweden in June. I'll be visiting Bergen from December 22 to January 3. So. Things are going quite swell. :)
Bergen, Day 1: Snack, Nap, Burger
Bergen, Day 2: Puppy, Pizza, and Waffles
Bergen, Day 3: Hot Dogs, Lung Malfunction, and Potetkjelleren
Bergen, Day 4: Buns, Lamb Ribs, and Meeting the Parents
Bergen, Day 5: Roast Pork Ribs at the Sandvik Summer House
Bergen, Day 6: Norwegian Food Explosion at Bryggen Tracteursted
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