The best part of it is watching the chefs compete in making cool looking uncooked food. Inside the tents are all kinds of food displays and samplings to be had. If a person actually liked Norwegian food, they would hit the jackpot by going there – but I’m not particularly fond of all the sausages, cold smoked and jelly-ish salmon, or whale meat.
While walking through the festival tents the year we lived there, I did manage to get a free cup of coffee and a few chocolates. But then I needed to leave quickly to escape the aroma of all the dried fish and sausages.
I swear, you could put anything in a brown colored tube and put the word for sausage, “pølse,” on it, and Norwegians would eat it. They have big ol’ coils of sausages in the grocery stores. You just grab and yank off however much you want and pay for it by the kilo. They are as crazy about their pølses as they are about their cakes and vanilla sauce.
I was offered more than one sample of some scary-looking sausage at the festival and not wanting to offend the vendors I just responded in Norwegian with, “I don’t eat meat.”
If it were up to me, I’d just eat Norwegian breads, cakes, vanilla sauce and cheeses, but my husband and son would revolt – they both love all kinds of creatures sliced and diced and stuffed into little packages.
At the festival there was a whaling ship pulled up to the dock selling the fresh whale meat right off the boat. A guy nearby was selling stir-fried whale meat to go.
Norway is so proud of the fact that they still kill those majestic creatures, that one of their politicians designed a T-shirt with a drawing of a whale on it that says, “Intelligent people need intelligent food.”
My husband, Kory, bought ten of those shirts a few years ago and gave them to a friend from the Makah Indian tribe.
Even though whale meat is one of my husband’s favorite foods and he eats it often in Norway, I haven’t noticed it has made him any smarter, however.
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