First Meal in Oslo

Most meals are taken at home. Told the girlfriend I'm quite easy to feed. What's more we're in Oslo where dining out isn't the practice, and eating out can burn a hole in the pocket. Norway has maintained top position on the Big Mac Index for years. Stepped into a Starbucks not to buy a coffee but to check out the prices of a cafe latte, grande size. It converted into S$9.50. Almost keeled over.

Took a look at some restaurants and the only reason why I would pay, would be to satisfy my curiosity about Norwegian produce and ingredients, less so for the skills of the chefs. Anyway, I'm being very well fed on this trip. The girlfriend has a fabulous touch in the kitchen. I could...ermm be a handy kitchen assistant. Fantastic weather to be cooking daily. We share similar tastebuds and I've put aside many dietary preferences to embrace a 'vacation diet'. Hurhurhur.

On our first day home, while we were not jet-lagged, we were a bit tired from the trip and beyond the unpacking of essentials, we couldn't really be of much help in the kitchen for dinner prep. The woman's first task of the afternoon was to grab a bunch of pastel dahlias to freshen up the house. Heh. My first visit, I rather not get in the way as her husband and her boys buzzed about in the kitchen and cooked us a brilliant 'welcome home' dinner. Such a thrill to have the not-so-little boys set the table, then come ask us if we would like red or white wine and how much wine to fill in our glasses.

Beautifully grilled main of duck that was pink in the centre.