Reindeer Stew

During prohibition there was fake haig & haig scotch. Hard to find the genuine article for obvious reasons.  You could taste the difference. You always can. All wax without the wick. There was a vessel docked 10 miles out from New York harbor named the “McCoy” – the real McCoy.
In Balestrand Norway, homemade reindeer stew is what’s for dinner. The Sviknes Hotel can keep you there but Hilde brings it home. We barely got a table. When we asked to order, Hilde asked if we had a pen. She meant it.  She disappeared. The stew made her beautiful. The reindeer sausage and elk burger brought tears to our eyes.  Service is optional. Reindeer stew is comfort food.  The real McCoy.

Carnivore Chaos

It is a baroque and teutonic Hanseatic league capital. Perfect for a carnivorous chaos. Far from the maddening crowd with a robber baron’s sense of acquisition and an aristocrat’s sense of entitlement, we are seated at Bocca Grill in Bergen Norway. Eyvind and Silje third base coach me into ribbesvein aka grilled pork belly. It is Norway’s other white meat. We discuss currency spikes, political scandals and romantic shipwrecks. All messy components. We are grateful but road weary. The greatest gifts we receive are accompanied by an extraordinary amount of pain. Not tonight. We dodged a bullet. There’s always tomorrow. Tonight ribbesvein.