Miss Apron complained over long days in transit. I guess she was spoiled living the good life in the Philippines. She had picked up some pretty posh habits and an exotic taste in food. We talked all night and she told me about the metropol Manila, the vast city and the beautiful scenery. She even brought a dozen classy postcards to explain the special beauty of various islands.I tried to share some of the Norwegian food traditions, where the simplicity of nature has made people content with what can be found just outside the home.
We decided to made a super simple dish, of ingredients found in the garden,- and in the grocery store; shrimp salad. To make it as simple as possible I bought peeled shrimps in boxes and frozen scampi. Don't you dare to tell any of my Norwegian friends. They'll skin me alive. After 11 a.m.I can buy day-caught fresh shrimps in five grocery stores, so why use these 2nd glass shrimps. Well, they don't need any peeling, and my Scarf Sisters can get them where they live. First of all I hard boiled 9 eggs. I always take time to pin a hole in the bottom of each egg, so that they don't crack while boiling.
The we whip 3/4 liter of thick whip cream, blend in 2 bags of rich mayonnaise, chop asparagus, carrots, peas, cauliflower, a tea spoon of sugar, 1 kilo shrimps and a packet of scampi.
Finally blend in 8 eggs and let the 9th be for decoration, also some scampi and parsley.I serve chopped herbs like rams leek, basil,lovage,ground elder,thyme,- anything edible from my garden and add small cherry tomatoes for the look. Fresh toast and garlic butter to go with. Still water and white wine to drink.
Tomorrow is 40 days after Easter. It's a holiday in Norway. We celebrate Ascension Day.
Let's see if we can celebrate with some dear guests.Time for Miss Apron to go to bed.
I let her sleep in Serina's room, really good chi in there..
Here she's lying with the post cards from Philippines in her right arm and Serina's teddy in her left.I let the light on, in case she's feeling homesick. The bed spread is knitted by my mother. The pattern is called court yard tree. Every old farm has a tree planted to root its inhabitant. I love the fact that my grandmother made a double bedspread with the court yard tree pattern lying on Gunnar's and my bed, and Serina's grandmom has made her a similar. Being well rooted is important when the winds of life are howling.
