"The first night we were here, we made the mistake of believing the price of a six pack was 35 kroners. We couldn't believe everybody had said beer is so expensive in Norway. That was when we learned what 'per stykk' means." We had a Canadian couple hang out with us this afternoon, grilling burgers and pork filets, talking about training, bike rides and gear, grocery stores with taxodermic animals and Canadian donuts the size of dinner plates.
"There are so many lambs out on the fields, but I don't see any lamb meat in the stores", the girl complained as we were cutting veggies for the salad. "Wait till the fall", I said, describing the fårikål - lamb in cabbage. I remembered that at our cabin there are sheep everywhere in the summer (and they eat our blueberries). One year I brought friends to the cabin in October, and I had described the stepping in sheep poop and waking up to bells and bleating. To my big surprise there were no sheep anywhere around, but it only took a little trip to the supermarked to realise why.
Min talked about the taste of whale, homemade is was awful, like liver cooked in cream, but the burgers we had two summers ago were mixed with pork and tasted like 'the crushing darkness of the ocean'. Appearantly it is legal to hunt seals in Canada, and I made a comment that next Fourth of July the Canadians should bring up seal clubbing as a conversation topic. Min immediately went: You think YOU have freedom, look at the freedom we have: To club seals!"
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