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Crunchy Nectarine Macadamia Granola Bars

The long-delayed part 2 of my road trip posts! These granola bars, studded with macadamias and golden raisins, filled out by puffed rice and oats, and with a scent of cardamom, are crunchy, satisfying, and the perfect thing to keep you going on a long road trip, cheer you on a rainy morning, or sustain you long enough to see the Norwegian midnight sun on a chilly night. Check out Instagram for a few more pictures of the road trip! Makes sixteen 2.5×12.5 cm (1×5 in) bars. Ingredients 60 ml (1/4 cup) honey 120ml (1/2 cup) nectarine purée 1/2 teaspoon cardamom 125g (1 1/2 cups) oats 200g (1 1/2 cups) macadamia nuts, chopped 40g (1/2 cup) shredded coconut 40g (1 1/3 cups) puffed rice cereal 100g (3/4 cup) golden raisins Directions Preheat the oven to 180C/350F, and spread the oats, macadamia nuts, and coconut onto a baking sheet; toast them for 10-15 minutes, until lightly golden. Remove to cool and reduce the oven temperature to 150C/300F. Heat the honey in the microwave for 20 seconds, …

Duck Ramen + Whole Roasted Duck and Rich Duck Stock

I have these moments when I ache for the future. It’s usually when I have too much time on my hands. Whether the anticipated event is a few hours, a few days, or a few months away, I abhor waiting. My parents always told me that I wanted instant gratification, that this was not good for my character, and I needed to learn to wait. However, I feel as though I’ve done my share of waiting in this life. As the daughter of a preacher, many hours of my childhood were spent waiting after church for all the little old ladies, happy young couples, and the occasional disenchanted parishioner to shake the hand of my mother and father. Now and then I stood next to them, resigning myself to the hugs I would no doubt receive from the well-meaning elderly, ending up with aching jaws from forced smiles, and smelling like a perfume factory whose target consumer group is women over seventy. I’m not complaining about this, mind you; these memories are fond ones that …

Egg-in-a-‘cado

I emerged from the garage, stumped. The nest wasn’t there this time. Perhaps over by the rusted-out car… nope. The lumber pile? Uh-uh. The hen was getting smarter. I saw Granny disappearing into the woods with her three big dogs, while I stayed behind to hunt for the fresh eggs. The blooming Dogwood distracted me, raining down delicate petals with the breeze, falling around me like fairy dust, gently covering the surface of the scarcely-used-anymore sandbox. Eureka! Nestled against the big rock behind the sandbox? The nest! With two big fat eggs nestled in the dried grass and old feathers. Hopefully they would have double yolks… This is the grown-up version of the classic egg-in-a-hole. Though at first consideration a humble food, the egg is yet ubiquitous among tasty treats. And it can even, I daresay, be elevated to a gourmet treasure. The warm earthiness of baked avocado and caraway does just this, and yet it remains such a simple recipe that it could easily become an everyday habit. The beauty of baking an egg …

Swedish Cinnamon Bun Cake

I clomped down, knocking slush and snow off my boots, and gazed at the display case. What should I choose? Pistachio almond turnover? Croissant? Cookies, pie, cake, brittle? A puffy scone-thing called “dreams”? Perhaps something I’ve never had here before. Blackberry pie—that’s the ticket! And a chokladboll for later. And one of those giant cinnamon buns to take home to Tor. The snow falls ever faster outside, coming down in fat, puffy flakes. The perfect environment for a cozy breakfast. And there’s a corner table available. Café Husaren, in Haga, the historical district of Gothenburg, Sweden, provides a cozy refuge for winter tourists and locals alike. In the summer, the outside is lined with tables, but at this time of year, people hurry in to get warm with a cup of coffee or tea (of which they have one of the city’s largest variety). In addition to a myriad of sweets, they also have quiches, sandwiches, and salads in the afternoon and evening. If small, dainty desserts don’t strike your fancy, they boast världens största …

Norwegian Cardamom Buns

The scene outside the passenger window takes my breath away. The fjord sparkles under the midnight sun, and mountains rise up in rocky walls, with glacier melt cascading down in shiny rivulets. I lean in to the curve as the car sweeps around yet another peninsula, heading back towards the mainland. A cluster of houses populate the shore here, and I wonder what it’s like to live here, to have to plan for groceries. Yes, this is what comes to mind: if I lived here I would need a huge trailer to haul groceries once a month! Would the magical location make it worth it? Perhaps. Time for a snack. Sometimes the simplest things in life are some of the best. Road trips are one of our favorite pastimes when we visit Norway. There’s this cardamom raisin bun that you can find in grocery stores and gas stations; it’s pretty common. And in most places, it’s just a regular bun, but for some reason, the ones from the gas station are so delicious. Ingredients Directions …