
This year, for Hannukah, my Dad got me
"Kitchen of Light", a Scandinavian cookbook. Anita and I were a bit perplexed, not having really thought of Swedish as one of the world's great cuisines, but we've finally gone ahead and made a meal from the book.
What you're looking at there is honey and mustard marinated salmon, rosemary apples, and spinach soup with tarragon-poached eggs. Good lord, is it tasty. We're not quite ready to move to Oslo just yet, but my goodness. Even the apples, which are just Golden Deliciouses sliced up and sauteéd in butter with a sprig of rosemary, are really outstanding. Thanks, Dad!
Add a little
Annbjørg Lien music in the background for atmosphere, and you'd darn near mistake us for Norwegians. I'll get Anita to stand on my shoulders and wear a blonde wig. The illusion will be impenetrable.
We've got apple crisp (non-Scandinavian - from the ever-reliable Joy of Cooking) in the oven, and it's shaping up to be a very pleasant evening.