It has been quiet intense food attack in this past week in Norway. Sets of Julefrokost/ Julebord (pre-Christmas parties), kilograms of meats for Julaften (Christmas dinner/ Christmas night), and finally topped-off with Nyttår fest (new year’s eve party). I feel like a complete carnivore. Beef, pork, reindeer, lamb, and last night, kalkun (turkey).
While turkey is a must-have item for the Americans during Thanksgiving, the Norwegians (having not celebrating Thanksgiving) praise it for their new year’s eve feast and festivity. Last night, I was invited to my husband’s brother’s new year’s eve dinner where his brother has meditated a whole day to prepare his first pilot project, roast turkey.
Like many typical Norwegian cuisines, salt & pepper are the only spices being used to flavored the meat, though some other spices such as thyme and celery were spread for the loff (white crumb bread) stuffing, and sugar and special syrup were mixed in for the sauce.
The roast turkey turned pretty good, and of course served along with baked potatoes.
Norwegians (or I should say European in general) concern much about the dining experience, making porcelain sets of white and royal plates and cups essential elements in the dinner (I spotted Vera Wang and Royal Copenhagen sets last night). Rose and tulip beautified the table, with hand-made waved table-cloth, champagne, white and red wine.
The party was attended by all Norwegians, which made me a bit awkward for some moments as I did not speak their language well and consequently made me somewhat the object of neglect (especially when I sat in the sofa, stared right through the candle, desperately chewed chocolate bites after failing to understand most of the conversations, remained silent, or if I tried harder, the result would be just a complete misunderstanding. So most people there would ended up cornering along with other Norwegian speakers, conversated interestingly about the topics I could understand but could not give feedback in their language 😦 ). Oooh i am so wishing I could speak their language better, including the informal structure.
Ah no worry about that… 🙂
As tradition in many countries, firework is a must, only that Norwegian law forbid certain types of fireworks which are believed if allowed for public sale and used, would pose danger, such as firework with the shape of rocket. It is somewhat an irony, as I remembered my uncle in Indonesia, once bought a half mini truck full of fireworks (well in Indonesia, accidents due to fireworks in new year’s eve are not a new thing :P).
Typically, young Norwegians go for party and club all night long, while the aged stay home and enjoy the tea or coffee, or TV.
I did not stay that long last night. Perhaps the dear kalkun made me full and sleepy.
God Nyttår 2013!
- New Year’s Eve celebrations around the world (telegraph.co.uk)
- Local Christmas market the start of a holiday tradition (edgeofthearctic.wordpress.com)