Anyone who knows me, knows I can never be more than 3 feet away from a Starbucks Cinnamon Swirl (actually just Starbucks in general). Imagine my delight then, to find that I've moved to a country that seems to run on kaffe and cinnabons!! Ruth will be somewhat disturbed/amused to hear that I've abandoned my long-standing chicken caesar salad research in a bid to find the best cinnamon bun in Stavanger. Several different types have been sampled thus far, a full and final report will follow in due course.
It's been a foodie week all round, thanks to Gladmat (above). We ate our way round the harbour and came home with a ton of cheese, bread and best of all some Klippfisk from Lofoten. Klippfisk is a Norwegian delicacy and is essentially various grades of salted cod with 'line caught' reckoned to be the best. Mr R has pledged to cook me a dish called Bacalao this weekend, using Klippfisk, fired with enthusiasm from his recent visit to Nick Nairn's Cook School. Like the Orkney version, it needs to be soaked for 24 hours prior to cooking...cue a smelly ming'ing house!
Meanwhile, the Mulder boy is waging war on the neighbourhood cats who have thus far (we suspect) not welcomed him with open paws. Safe to say they're not happy with the current immigration policy and aren't taking it lying down! Thankfully our boy has donned his brave pants, stepped up to the plate and is giving as good as he gets. We can only hope the resultant rise in noise levels during the night don't result in an eviction order...
We had another breakthrough on the technology front last night...after 2 weeks of trying and failing to get the Arcam dvd to play through the tv, Mr R finally got it working. All of which means we're now immersed in Nordic Noir and a thing called The Bridge. If you've watched it, you'll know what I mean. Addictive and somewhat appropriate given our location.
The driving's going well and I'm happy to report that, for those who follow Top Gear and their views on Audi drivers, they're exactly the same here. James May was right! Next up are the language lessons, can't put it off any longer if only because I feel like a right ignorant so-and-so speaking English (ok...Aiberdonian/Orcadian) in a foreign country.
Oh and while we were at Gladmat, we finally spotted "our boat"...the one at the back, called Utopia. Must just go and check the size of that mooring...
Tid for en annen cinnabon!
Hi there! Love the blog. I had a visit from my big sis Shona K yesterday, and she mentioned your blog. She was on a flying visit for a meeting in Town. Good luck with the cinnabon search, I can't really recommend anywhere, but they are easy to make too! Maybe run into you in Amfi some time!
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