American Biscuits

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Good morning, Saturday! πŸ˜‰ It’s been snowing for a couple of days now, big, wet flakes dancing down, I’ve watched them from the comfort of my home and felt happy that I have a place to call my own

Yesterday I felt like writing, and so I started reminiscing about that one time when my father came home with a huge suitcase and told us to pull down the blinds, before revealing its contents: green bananas! It was the communist era and we hadn’t seen bananas yet, but it was easily understood they were a black market find and consequently something to cherish. πŸ˜‰ Continue reading

Garlic buns

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Hi again! Yesterday we had the very Norwegian “dugnad” – community (somewhat) voluntary work. For the record I canΒ΄t stand anything that reminds me of communism, but it was about time I showed up since I had only participated once before in 4 years and people tend to notice. πŸ˜‰ I took Sam with me and we rolled up our sleeves and did some gardening work in the back yard. We were a handful of people and in less than an hour I was done with my chores, so I could just drink some coffee and eat some soup to warm myself up. Throughout the whole seanse Sam was ecstatic, playing with some party flags, a football, then laying in the pile of leaves and sniffing everybody as soon as they arrived.

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