Bare 2 mnd til jul. Denne tiden på året er min favoritt tid når det gjelder å skape ting. Det er noe eget å sitte og strikke når det er mørkt ut. Fyr på ovnen. tenner lys i krokene og juleting blir skapt med omtanke. Førjulstiden handler ikke om stress og jag. For meg er det trivselen av å skape stor og små ting. Her er det et nissepar som skal glede noen sør i Norge
Norwegian "Julenisse" which you can fill with candy or boiled egg to your Christmas breakfast
Bare 2 måneder til jul. Så strikkepinnene har starten ferden mot julaften. Her har jeg strikket og tovet nisseskål som har to hull på lua. Hvor man kan fylle med twist eller bruke som eggevarmer på frokostbordet
Fårikål is Norway’s national dish. A casserole of seasonal lamb and cabbage makes this simple dish a favourite Autumn treat. It is traditionally served with new potatoes and crispy flatbread. Leftovers are a must. Like any great casserole, Fårikål will mature with age and by the fourth day, after the meat and cabbage has been eaten, the leftovers makes a great soup stock.
Whatever the season, when you eat fårikål it feels just like home. But there is no need for you to wait to get to Norway before trying some – why not celebrate National Fårikål day with us. On the last Thursday of September every year Norway celebrates their national dish with, of course, all you can eat fårikål! Below is the traditional recipe – it’s quick and easy as the dish cooks itself:
500g of mutton bits – on the bone ( Lamb and cabbage just as much)
1/2 small cabbage choped into 1/8
Teaspoon of peppercorns
Pinch of salt
(Boiled new potatoes for the side)
Chuck everything into a casserole pot. Fill the pot with enough water to cover 2/3 of the ingredients. Put on the lid and bring to the boil. Let it simmer for two hours or until the meat falls off the bone. If the dish looks ugly then it’s perfect!
The mountains are ablaze with colours. September is a beautiful time in Norway. Autumn is filled with beautiful and warm colors. Here some pictures from my trip to Vakkerhumpen. On the top you can enjoy the views from all sides. Beautiful spot.
If you want to visit Sørreisa or other places in Troms, Norway. Read more on this page www.visittroms.no
Noen ganger man maler så blir ting annerledes enn hva man tenker inni seg. Det spørs på øynene som ser. Hva ser du i døra?
2.3.2010 Heidi Fossen
One of the prettiest of Christmas customs is the Norwegian practice of giving, on Christmas Day (some times earlier), a dinner to the birds.
JULENEK - THE CHRISTMAS SHEAF
Far over in Norway's distant realm,
That land of ice and snow,
Where the winter nights are long and drear,
And the north winds fiercely blow,
From many a low-thatched cottage roof,
On Christmas eve, 'tis said,
A sheaf of grain (julenek) is hung on high,
To feed the birds o'erhead.
In years gone by, on Christmas eve,
When the day was nearly o'er,
Two desolate, starving birds flew past
A humble peasant's door.
"Look! Look!" cried one, with joyful voice
And a piping tone of glee:
"In that sheaf there is plenteous food and cheer,
And the peasant had but three.
One he hath given to us for food,
And he hath but two for bread,
But he gave it with smiles and blessings,
'For the Christ-child's sake,' he said."
Julenek
"Come, come," cried the shivering little mate,
"For the light is growing dim;
'Tis time, ere we rest in that cosy nest,
To sing our evening hymn."
And this was the anthem they sweetly sang,
Over and over again:
"The Christ-child came on earth to bless
The birds as well as men."
Then safe in the safe, snug, warm sheaf they dwelt,
Till the long, cold night was gone,
And softly and clear the sweet church bells
Rang out on the Christmas dawn,
When down from their covert, with fluttering wings,
They flew to a resting-place,
As the humble peasant passed slowly by,
With a sorrowful, downcast face.
"Homeless and friendless, alas! am I,"
They heard him sadly say,
"For the sheriff," (he wept and wrung his hands)
"Will come on New Year's day."
The birdlings listened with mute surprise.
"'Tis hard," they gently said;
"He gave us a sheaf of grain for food,
When he had but three for bread.
We will pray to God, He will surely help
This good man in distress;"
And they lifted their voices on high, to crave
His mercy and tenderness.
Then again to the Christmas sheaf (julenek) they flew,
In the sunlight, clear and cold:
"Joy! joy! each grain of wheat," they sang,
"Is a shining coin of gold."
"A thousand ducats of yellow gold,
A thousand, if there be one;
O master! the wonderful sight behold
In the radiant light of the sun."
The peasant lifted his tear-dimmed eyes
To the shining sheaf o'erhead;
"'Tis a gift from the loving hand of God,
And a miracle wrought," he said.
"For the Father of all, who reigneth o'er,
His children will ne'er forsake,
When they feed the birds from their scanty store,
For the blessed Christ-child's sake."
"The fields of kindness bear golden grain,"
Is a proverb true and tried;
Then scatter thine alms, with lavish hand,
To the waiting poor outside;
And remember the birds, and the song they sang,
When the year rolls round again:
"The Christ-child came on earth to bless
The birds as well as men."
Mrs. A. M. Tomlinson.
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