May 3, 2011 § 22 Comments
My sophomore year in college, as I sat dutifully pretending to read some text on the roles of women in Enlightenment literature or some such, my roommate looked up from a small hand mirror, tweezers in hand, and proclaimed, “you know plucking my eyebrows every couple of days for years, you’d think the hairs would start to get the idea and just stop coming back.”
I thought this was a very good point. semi-animate objects should totally be able to pick up on our cues and take over for themselves after a certain amount of time. After decades of being made every ding dong morning, you’d think my bed could start making itself at this point, right? I would also very much like to see the floors mop themselves every 2 weeks. And, sometimes I would really like dinner to cook itself. Don’t get me wrong, I really do love to cook, but there are certain days when I would not at all mind seeing my supper rise to the occasion and begin cooking itself right around 6 o’clock. On Mondays, for example. That would be nice.
February 1, 2011 § 12 Comments
Oh dear, I feel like such a bad influence posting two desserts in a row. I’m usually not like this, I swear. 😉 But, this one is simply too lovely not to share. And, I’m going to go ahead and justify it by arguing that, if you replaced the whipped cream with yogurt then it would be almost healthy (though not nearly as fun!). Considering that the cooking boils off the alcohol from the white wine in the pear compote, you could even eat it for breakfast. So there we go, justification accomplished.
Veiled farm girls, or tilslørte bondepiker, is a very traditional and equally delicious Norwegian dessert. Personally, I think it is a classic example of how a few simple ingredients, ingeniously combined, can result in something dazzling – it’s the gestalt theory of cooking! In the classic version of veiled farm girls you just layer applesauce with cinnamon breadcrumbs and whipped cream, and voila, dessert is ready! It’s almost too simple and too delicious to be true. Sadly, I was deprived of this wonder for many years as this is actually not one of the desserts I grew up with (though we sometimes had a dessert of similar spirit and simplicity we called krem bananer og rik rak, which was banana slices with whipped cream and chocolate shavings…yum.). I didn’t get to try tilslørte bondepiker until I was in college, but when I was introduced to it, it was in a most spectacularly legitimate fashion.