WELL HELLO, OSLO

Two years ago to the day, I participated in a week-long culinary adventure held at a small home in Provence. Shortly after setting down my too-big-to-carry-on carry on, our group of ten assembled in what was once Julia and Paul Child’s living room. Over glasses of wine and local olives, we introduced ourselves. Our commonality was a love of words and  images, coupled with a hunger for local food. One of my housemates was Nancy, a well-established photographer, formerly from New York by way of Minnesota, currently residing in Oslo. Nancy and I shared an obsession for exquisite dishware and a love of brunøst, the velvety, brown cheese as common to Norwegians as American cheese to Americans. When our week-long culinary adventure ended, Nancy invited me to visit her the next time I happened to be in Oslo. The chances of traveling to Oslo seemed as realistic as Americans concluding their Thanksgiving meals with cake instead of pie.
 
Life is full of surprises. Here are a few photos of my first twenty-four hours in Nancy’s fair city. Not only are the views spectacular, the eats are pretty sweet.  Click on the photos for  a snippet of info.  More to follow...