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  • Cerita Lampau
  • It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. I mentioned about the tribe on which Hiccup, the protagonist of this film affiliated with: The Viking. Go browse about them, so… yes… they occupied the northern area of Europe until Greenland… and if I correct, even until the coast of Newfoundland.

    Sure, they had to be tough, or perished. Now my common question: So what did they eat?? First time I ate here is on April 21st, Front view. First floor — Where you stepped your feet in.

    From the stairway to the seating area in the second floor. The feelings intensify… Dining area. You can feel the atmosphere of a Viking gathering hall or hunting lodge in this room. So I was there for the first time for my lunch. I walked upstairs, a waitress warmly greet me and took me to my seat. She was on a medieval clothing. For lunch, we offered a price of Cep and Chanterelles soup of Northern Forest lunch version First meal of my lunch is a mushroom soup served with archipelago bread.

    Although it mentioned only as mushroom soup, I do believe it is the small version of Cep and Chanterelles soup of Northern Forest which description written in the menu. I believe in the northern cape of Norway or Finland at the time, it covered by forest.

    Of course, one of forest product is mushroom. Cep Boletus edulis Bull. Cep is a perfect mushroom for soup or risotto. Chanterelle is a yellow trumpet-shaped mushroom, known by chefs for its fragrance that resembles apricot and mild peppery taste.

    Combined as creamy soup, the flavour is just wonderful. The archipelago bread here is made with rye and some malt. Unlike normal dry rye bread, this one is soft, emitting some sweet taste with a bit of bitterness and signature fragrance of rye. Salmon steak for lunch.

    The salmon steak served with creamy sauce, sweet root vegetables and fried potato cylinders. The salmon is really good and the sauce topped the tastes. In the end, I love to wipe the remaining sauce with the potato. Okay… what a perfect lunch! Table for one with some space left in my belly!

    Finnmark is a county located in the northern most tip of Norway which connected directly to the northern area of Finland. Thing that sure, River Tana of this area is renown for the largest place in Europe to catch salmon!

    So… yeah! I expecting salmon as one of my dish! Anything else, based on the menu, since northern Finland area Lapland is one good place for reindeer, no wonder if that dish is included on the menu. And of course, any dishes brought from other Viking region might complement the dishes. I ate that by cracking it into several pieces and dipping it into the butter.

    You want to make it sweet? Chew it a bit longer and let your enzyme at work! Salmon soup from The Archipelago As it almost emptied… My appetizer is the salmon soup. The salmon has a hint of crispiness, I think the salmon is added last and it prepared by light seasoning and frying in oil.

    We know that salmon is one of commodities that you can found in Nordic region. Other thing inside is a mix of artichoke with Icelandic yoghurt called skyr as mousse and the combination add some fresh-sour taste to the vegetable broth. The basic broth itself has carrot, onion, fresh dill, and I think there is cardamon added. In the end, the soup itself is just perfect. Skyr was brought from Norway to Iceland c. Compared to conventional yoghurt, skyr is more solid because rennet is added following the fermentation with Lactobacillus and Streptococcus to separate the whey from the solid protein.

    Reindeer of Snowy Fells As main course, I ate an awesomely tender and juicy reindeer tenderloin cooked medium. In addition, we have smooth and creamy potato cake you can see it above in the top right, under the creamy thing topped with crusty smoked paprika mousse. For the veggies, there are fried kale, soy bean edamame , bell pepper, rye grain, and one that caught my attention: a bit of sour and sweet Gooseberry Ribes uva-crispa L.

    All I can say: Wow! Pancake from Reval with added Tar Ice Cream To let you know, the pancake here in Europe is a real cake made thin on a pan… not the fluffy one served in most area of US. In my dessert here, the pancake… a bit crispy on the outside and soft inside, poured with raspberry and balsamico syrup.

    The taste is sweet and sour. Actually, there should only one ice cream in here, but I asked with addition of another ice cream with unique taste! The first one bottom is ice cream, flavored with Iceland moss, roasted sugar, and nuts. The second one top is tar flavored ice cream. Icelandic moss is not actually a moss but it is a lichen, scientifically called Cetraria islandica L.

    It was used for folk medicine and said that it taste a bit bitter. Tar is a result of destructive distillation of organic material. It was made from wood by burning. When you eat it, it has a minty taste with a hint of smokey flavor.

    For the ice cream, I could taste it and it went well! Anyway, Reval is medieval name of town we recently know as Talinn, Estonia. I was leaving the restaurant that night with my belly stuffed… Then I went there again Friday 13th wow Dyflin is what Dublin, Ireland, called during Viking period.

    So probably I expecting something that comes from western area of Europe. The starter is this various… meat and stuff. We have the archipelago rye and malt bread topped with roach mousse. No… not that roach the insect from ordo Blattodea but roach the fish in Cyprinidae family, Rutilus rutilus L.

    I like the bread with the creamy mousse… so yummy! Ah, there are also fried duck heart this is my first time eating it, and somehow the texture and flavor is close to beef , and salad with rye grains in it.

    Fish from Baltic sea like herring is tend to be more plain in flavor than fishes from other seas or ocean, because Baltic see is known for its close-to-fresh water salinity level. The beef tenderloin is so tender and juicy as it cooked medium, very nice to be eaten with the sweet a bit sour cranberry and cut brandy sauce.

    The creamy and cheesy flavor of potato cake baked with paprika mousse on top, making it crusty is really delicious. The veggies, aragula, and root vegetables neutralized your palate. Oh… there is also a thin slice of a bit salty and crusty Maasdam cheese, a Swiss-style Dutch cheese make of cow milk, aged for 4 weeks. The cake tastes like heaven for me! There is also raw chocolate ice cream with blackberry jam and star anise-rhubarb sauce I thought it was cloudberry sauce, until I tastes it further.

    Personal preference: The berry jam is nice with the ice cream, the sauce goes well with the cake and the sugar. This mocktail for example. It feels like you just come back in time and try the Viking-medieval period delicacy here and this experience, although the price for you to pay for the food is considered high, the experience itself is memorable and priceless. Price Range:.

    Take Kasih with you. Miranti looked at Kasih, her daughter, sleeping next to her. Unlike her, Kasih was not soaked in perspiration. The air that night was unusually cold for the hot, dry season. Miranti could not fall back asleep. The night had been too restless, and now, she too felt unsettled. For months, numerous search-and-rescue units looked for her husband.

    She was in charge of the welfare of the orangutan population in the park. The deep sorrow of losing her husband made Miranti reluctant to return to Bogor, her hometown. Miranti inherited her knowledge of siloka, a mystical cultural belief, from her Sundanese karuhun, ancestors.

    Siloka convinced her that Lukman was still alive somewhere in the Kalimantan jungle. Miranti believed that she and their daughter Kasih just needed to wait for the right time. In her dream that night, it was as if she were thrown into the past. Indeed, lately she often moved back and forth in time, while Lukman alternated between life and nothing.

    Miranti wished she would never wake up from her dream, where Lukman was with her. She knew that Lukman was not really ignoring her fear; she knew Lukman was faced with a dilemma. Lukman had stopped his packing to think for a while. She now wondered if he had been remembering then how he and his friends from the Dayak Ngaju tribe had humiliated the palm oil entrepreneurs with evidence of their invasion into the park area.

    Trust me! In the silence that followed, they each held their own worries. That night, Lukman disappeared into the jungle. Environmental activist and forester friends suspected that Lukman had been killed in the midst of the disaster that was sweeping the forest. The foremen considered Lukman the perpetrator in blocking the encroachment of the expanding palm plantations into the Sebangau National Park. But they had no proof. Miranti broke out of her daydream.

    Kashi started to wake up. She looked up when she heard the screeching and screams interspersed with the soulful calling of the orangutans in the forest. The senior orangutans were leading the barzanji, a litany of woe. Orangutans were creatures who shared the fate of the jungle.

    They seemed able to hear the song of the dying jungle. The chorus, which grew fainter and sounded hoarse from time to time. Only orangutans understood that voice. The morning came and presented Miranti with tasks to care for the orangutans in the national park.

    Many of the rescued orangutans were weak from dehydration and suffered from severe burns. The Penajam Paser Utara region, at the eastern side of the park adjacent to the state capital area in Sepaku, had caught fire, injuring many orangutans and other wild animals.

    Every day, Kasih followed the rangers as they fed the orangutans. Kasih truly enjoyed this daily activity. In fact, she often saved her fruit from lunch for Pongo, her favorite orangutan.

    They often reached out to each other, as if they had known each other for a long time, and sometimes Pongo exchanged sweet potatoes for bananas. Miranti looked out of the window and saw the two orangutans waiting outside, at the edge of the forest. Miranti and Kasih went to meet Laksmi and Pongo. Laksmi had lived in the Sebangau National Park for almost twenty years. Amid her fur, her skin was mottled with scars evidence of the cruel plantation foremen who had arrived in the park along with the development of the palm plantations.

    Laksmi quickly became a wary orangutan. Miranti gave her the name Laksmi. One of the resilient survivors in the park, Laksmi remained vigilant of her surroundings. The dry peat, a result of the long drought, was a good conductor of fire. The fires did not spread from the tips of green branches, but rather crept uncontrollably along the peat-covered soil.

    The smell of burning damp wood wafted through the area. A mixture of water vapor and carbonic acid filled the air with thick white smoke, which made it hard for the animals and the village inhabitants at the edge of the forest to breathe. Laksmi gave Miranti an unusual look. Her brown eyes seemed to reach out with a deep sorrow. Miranti understood. She felt she and Laksmi shared the same feelings about the fire. It seemed that one question connected the two of them: Would they still be able to find a green forest in the future?

    Suddenly, the orangutans having breakfast stopped eating and became very noisy. They seemed to answer a call from the jungle. Miranti looked towards the woods. Barzanji again? They just did it. Miranti felt goosebumps. Miranti saw that Pongo was reluctant to go with his mother.

    He was still busy munching on the sweet potato Kasih had just given him. Kasih was still full of curiosity.

    She kept bombarding her mother with questions about the experience at the edge of the forest. He is the one who regulates everything in the jungle. She had only recently began feeling that Lukman was still alive. In her mind, he lived with the Spirit and, lately, had begun visiting her in dreams that bothered her all day long. Food was scarce. Laksmi and Pongo often relied on a few sweet potatoes and bananas from the Sebangau National Park rangers, which was barely enough to keep the hunger pangs away.

    Food rations were given only once a day and left Pongo and his friends still hungry. Starving for the now-scarce tender leaves and sweet fruit of the forest, the orangutans ransacked the palm shoots sprouting from the tree tops at the plantations on the outskirts of Sebangau National Park. The plantation foremen used air guns, hot water, wild boar poison, or acid to get rid of the hungry apes.

    Miranti knew that during this white, smoke-filled dry season, orangutans often gathered at the Caring Tree across the park. Led by the berida, a senior orangutan, they performed a litany of woe: surrendering their starving bodies, suffocated by the smoke and sinched by the fire, to the Spirit, manifested this time as the Caring Tree.

    It was all the manifestation of the Spirit of the jungle. The Caring Tree, where they performed their barzanji, was a buni tree, an offshoot of the bodhi tree family. Its delicious seeds were treats for orangutans, squirrels, and birds. The trunk was large, the branches were stout, the bark contained an effective medicine, and the lush canopy was a home for various animals, including orangutans.

    Kasih and Sundanese-blooded Miranti, knew this big tree to be the werkodara tree. As a veterinarian, Miranti had observed several times how a group of orangutans performed a barzanji to express their anxiety. During the ritual, the elderly orangutans appeared entranced. They swung, screeching, from branch to branch while ripping branches, leaves, and twigs of a big tree which was no ordinary tree. It was the Caring Tree where the orangutans seemed to surrender their entire bodies and souls to the Spirit of the jungle.

    During her eight years of working at the center, Miranti had concluded that orangutans were very spiritual creatures. He is present everywhere, in the good, as well as in the bad. They never accused. Nor did they plead for punishment of the cruel foremen or the greedy palm oil barons. Orangutans were not vengeful. They merely surrendered themselves to the balance of nature. Humans, with too many demands and preconceived notions, could not hear the song of the forest.

    Only innocent creatures could hear that song and the raucous feelings of the trees embedded in the jungle floor. In a healthy forest, the voices would turn into a melodious chorus. The fires occurred at the same time as the plan to develop Kawasan Sepaku, Penajem Paser Utara, as the new capital of Indonesia. The old capital had become too outdated. The Indonesian government intended to build a new capital, with the idea to juxtapose humans and nature.

    However, the implementation of these ideas encountered their own problems: fire was the most economical and easy way to clear forests. The flames were so intense and widespread that they burned the root networks beneath the jungle floor. Now, the forest was dying.

    Terus Bang Jon juga sempat nanyain ke penonton: kalian baik baik saja kan? Pas mau bawain lagu Wanted Dead Or A livebang jon nanya: mau jadi cowboy gak?

    Massa langsung tau kode dari Bang Jon kalau doi pasti mau bawain lagu wanted dead or alive, kalau penggemar sejati BJ pasti bisa tau kode-kode Bang Jon, apalagi pacar lamanyayaitu saya hahahahaha. Dan senangnya lagi hashtag-hashtag di Instagram saya yang memasang foto tiket konser BJ di Jakarta 11 September dengan hashtag-hashtag lagu-lagu BJ paporit saya, ampir semua hastag berisikan lagu-lagu yang ada di Instagram saya dinyanyikan oleh BJ di konser di GBK kemarin.

    Seneng banget juga liat senyum Bang Jon, apalagi pas terakhir Bang Jon senyum ke kita semua sambil bilang thank you, keliatan Bang Jon juga puas dan happy dengan crowd dan konser di Jakarta kali ini. Yang pasti 11 September adalah tanggal yang gak bisa saya lupain dari hidup saya, dan saya bersyukur banget dikasi kesempatan bisa nonton pacar lama konser di GBK. BJ adalah band paporit saya, dulu jaman kelas 1 sma, saya bela-belain gak pake uang saku, gak jajan setiap hari demi bisa ngumpulin duit beli tiket konser BJ di Ancol 20 tahun lalu.

    Waktu BJ mau konser lagi di Jakarta 11 September makanya saya heboh dan senang banget, senang banget mau ketemu idola sepanjang masa hahahaha. Dulu Hai Klip edisi BJ beredarsekitar thn an, saya keabisan edisi itu, saya sampai cari ke toko buku bekas loh, dan dapatsdh gitu masih bagus banget, kayak edisi baru, dan poster BJ juga masih utuh belum dicopot dari Hai Klip yang saya beli di toko buku bekas itu, rasanya seneng banget kayak nemu harta karun hahahaha…. Jadi kebayang kan gimana perasaan saya bisa kembali nonton konser BJ 11 september ini?

    Jon Francis Bongiovi Jr, kelahiran 2 Maret sudah 53 bok umurnyaakrab dengan nama panggung Jon Bon Jovi, pria dengan darah Italy mengalir dari sisi ayah dan darah Rusia-Jerman dari sisi ibu, cukup jelas menjelaskan darimana sisi ketampanan dan keseksiannya, genetic bok hahahaha.

    Rocker yang terkenal anti narkoba, monogamy, menikah dengan Dorothea, teman SMA nya, dan gak pernah kedengaran kalau Bang Jon selingkuh, kecuali dengan saya itupun Cuma di halusinasi saya ajah ciyannnnn deh lo Met hahahaha.

    Bulan madu dengan Dorothea naik Harley Davidson keliling Amrik, duh romantis banget ya. Jon dan Dorothea menikah di tahun Sampe waktu Oprah Winfrey wawancara Bang Jon, apa yang membuat pernikahan dan kisah cintanya bertahan? Padahal Bang Jon dengan segala ketenaran dan keseksian yang dia miliki, sudah pasti dikelilingi dengan fans fanatic cewe-cewe keceh seksi yang siap melakukan apa aja buat Bang Jon. Di Oprah winfrey juga dikasi tau oleh Oprah kalau bang Jon sekarang aktif jadi philanthropistyaitu dermawan.

    Bang Jon banyak bangun penampungan buat orang orang homeless dan kasi banyak beasiswa ke anak anak dengan ekonomi tidak mampu. Bahkan si mbak Oprah sampe kaget dan gak nyangka banget dikasi cheque senilai 1juta USDollar oleh bang Jon sebagai sumbangan buat Angel Networksebuah yayaysan milik Oprah yg bergerak dibidang sosial.

    Gimana gak jatuh cinta dengan bang Jon? Masalahnya uang mereka tidak mempunyai banyak jalan unjuk gigi. Selain candil dua koin gopek, pecel 8 koin gopek dan bakso yang paling enak saja 16 koin gopek. Uang dibuang di Yogyakarta tetapi kalau pembantunya tidak masuk sehari gaji langsung dipotong tanpa segan. Kekuatan hati menuntut kepasrahan untuk melakukan satu hal dan merasa cukup terhadapnya.

    Satu hal yang selalu kuingat dan tak terbayang bisa memberikan pengalaman skil hidup kepada anakku. Setiap pagi kami jalan kaki bersama ke sekolahnya dan ia pulang sendiri dengan angkot. Memberikan rasa bangga yang tiada tara sebagai seorang ibu. Mengajarinya lepas dari ketakutan, menyiapkan sayapnya kuat mengepak di angkasa kelak dewasa dan melepaskanku dari kekahwatiran seorang ibu yang terikat secara material dan spiritual padahal mereka adalah anak-anak yang ditumbuhkan Ibu Pertiwi bumi:red.

    Dengan membiarkannya bebas lepas menjadikannya manusia yang pantas diperhitungkan kehadirannya adalah pemikiran seorang ibu yang ingin semesta berdaulat atas anak-anak yang ia lahirkan. Semua ini memungkinkan karena keteduhan Temanggung menaungi.

    Image: Pinus jarum di halaman rumahku. Hari-harinya mulai esok akan mengalami apa yang telah ia baca dan dengar tentang orang-orang yang menjalani kemotrapi, berjuang melawan tubuh yang sangat sakit. Dari sekian yang didengar itu mungkin ada yang didoakan karena ia seorang rahib dan doanya mungkin sebagian besar tidak terkabul, karena kita tahu begitu banyak penderita kanker darah meninggal tanpa dipublikasikan.

    Mendengar seorang sahabat menderita atau divonis leukimia menurutku sama saja posisinya. Sama-sama memberikan kesempatan memahami bahwa begitu banyak keindahan hidup yang tak mampu kita kecap dengan cara alamiah. Kita butuh begitu banyak bantuan non alamiah karena hidup dalam standar SOP rata-rata. Parameter rata-rata yang sangat mengerdilkan tujuan luhur penciptaan manusia adalah "Hidup Untuk Makan".

    Mengecap keindahan hidup tidak mungkin diperoleh dengan mencundangi hidup itu sendiri. Media menjadi seorang pecundang terserak di sekeliling kita, biasanya berawal dari apa yang tak kita miliki dan apa yang telah kita miliki. Kisah penciptaan manusia kembali menjadi tema hangat ketika mendekati detik-detik kematian. Sesungguhnya kematian itu sangat amatlah dekat. Kita saja yang menganggap itu terlalu biasa karena anggapan kita terlalu remeh tentang kematian adalah bagian kehidupan.

    Mobil luar kota silih berganti melewati diriku yang masih ingin terus mengolah pikiran berkutat dengan tablet yang setia menemani, seperti teduh dan kering cuaca Temanggung yang tak perlu permisi mereka hadir.

    Moda transportasi berbagai plat jangan harap akan berhenti menyapa dan memberikan secangkir teh hangat kepadaku, kami bukan dipisahkan suatu dimensi yang sulit ditembus tetapi oleh kepentingan yang berbeda. Kepentingan yang lain sebagian menuju ke utara dan sebagian lagi pergi ke selatan namun ada banyak juga yang ke arah barat dan timur.

    Hanya pohon yang masih diam mematung dari tadi kulihat, membiarkan sebuah harapan bisa ia selipkan untuk semua kepentingan. Tentang sebuah harapan dan tunas baru, serta doa-doa kepada Ibu Kehidupan.

    Ada anak-anak, cita-cita dan masa depan yang selalu rindu kita lihat mereka bersatu dan hidup harmoni dalam keagungan Tuhan.

    Mengajar bahwa di gunung begitu banyak cinta yang tak mungkin tak bisa dibagi. Ada yang sudah tak normal dan tak tahu bagaimana harus memperbaikinya. Cinta telah mempertemukannya dengan bagian diri yang rapuh, anggur yang ranum telah diminum tetapi waktu tak jua mendewasakan hingga tak terasa tahun pun terus berganti.

    Lelaki busur tetap dengan posisinya sedangkan aku sudah terbang dengan segala kebebasanku. Segera kuintip lewat tirai putih yang rapi ketika Petrus sedang di kamar mandi.

    Gedung rumah sakit di seberang yang tak niat kuingin tahu juga tak memberi arti yang kucari diantara jendela-jendela gaya Belanda. Jemari selebar daun sukun dalam bayangan sinar matahari siang kulihat tercetak di dinding dekat jendela paling atas.

    Jadi teringat suatu masa yang telah berlalu, antara memberi dan menerima, tangannya yang pernah begitu gagah mengajakku melangkah, menyusuri kebun kopi, memadu kasih dan bercerita tentang rumput grama dan putri-putri Yerusalem yang menyambut sepasang pengantin. Duhai Adinda Duhai Kakanda. Dia bukan benci kata Petrus sekali lagi, ia hanya tak tahu harus bagaimana mengungkapkan, betapa ia mencintai diriku sehingga ia kehilangan jati dirinya.

    Sebagian hatinya tertanggal di dalam kotak harapan, jadi suka bersikap aneh seperti mainan anak-anak yang bisa bergerak-gerak sendiri di tengah malam namun pada siang hari macet tidak kejuntrungan. Ekor mata kipasnya yang penuh pergumulan. Otot lengannya yang kekar. Kulitnya yang hitam karena terlalu sering diterpa matahari.

    Bahasa Jawanya yang menggegerkan sukmaku. Matanya yang penuh misteri yang selalu kuingin tatap dalam-dalam dan menemukan diriku dalam dirinya. Suatu masa yang berlalu, sebaiknya disimpan dalam buku kehidupan yang lembarannya sudah dilewati. Masih banyak tersedia lembaran kosong yang menanti ditulis dengan tinta emas. Tiba-tiba, kawan yang bermasalah dalam perkawinan datang kepadaku secara berturut-turut.

    Cerita Lampau

    Rata-rata semua mau 'cere'. Yang satu masalah ember, yang lain masalah baju dalam. Yang satu tidak mendapat nafkah bahtin yang lain emoh berhubungan lagi, organku seperti kerang mati kata kawanku.

    Namun ada juga kawan yang curhat tahunhubungannya dengan suaminya tidak bisa normal lagi tetapi urusan ranjang tetap lancar. Jadi kutanya bagaimana kau setiap malam kangkang sementara bahtin memberontak. Ya jadi pelacurlah aku katanya. Anak seorang kawan, sedang semangat-semangatnya belajar masak di rumahku, setelah pulang dari Temanggung sudah siap tempur katanya, mulai hidup baru, buka warung makan dan lepas dari suaminya.

    Nasibnya paling buruk nilaiku, nafkah bahtin tak didapat uang bulanan juga tak ada. Jadi selama ini kau hidup dengan siapa tanyaku, jawabnya dengan seorang homo. Berbahagialah pasangan yang bertemu 'belahan jiwanya' karena dari titik embun pagi mereka menghirup segar kehidupan.

    Bahkan seorang penulis yang mencerahkan proses berpikir sangat mungkin hidup tidak selaras dengan semesta, jaksa pembela kebenaran, pendeta yang berkotbah Tuhan Haleluyah dan sampailah pada seorang suami yang mengatakan mau mempertahankan perkawinan namun pada saat yang sama melakukan perselingkuhan. Manusia post modern kini mempunyai beban gab kesakitan jiwa yang paling besar. Kekosongan dalam niche-nya membuat manusia tak mampu melihat inkonsistensi sedang terjadi.

    You can feel the atmosphere of a Viking gathering hall or hunting lodge in this room. So I was there for the first time for my lunch. I walked upstairs, a waitress warmly greet me and took me to my seat. She was on a medieval clothing. For lunch, we offered a price of Cep and Chanterelles soup of Northern Forest lunch version First meal of my lunch is a mushroom soup served with archipelago bread. Although it mentioned only as mushroom soup, I do believe it is the small version of Cep and Chanterelles soup of Northern Forest which description written in the menu.

    I believe in the northern cape of Norway or Finland at the time, it covered by forest. Of course, one of forest product is mushroom. Cep Boletus edulis Bull. Cep is a perfect mushroom for soup or risotto. Chanterelle is a yellow trumpet-shaped mushroom, known by chefs for its fragrance that resembles apricot and mild peppery taste.

    Combined as creamy soup, the flavour is just wonderful. The archipelago bread here is made with rye and some malt. Unlike normal dry rye bread, this one is soft, emitting some sweet taste with a bit of bitterness and signature fragrance of rye.

    Salmon steak for lunch. The salmon steak served with creamy sauce, sweet root vegetables and fried potato cylinders.

    The salmon is really good and the sauce topped the tastes. In the end, I love to wipe the remaining sauce with the potato. Okay… what a perfect lunch! Table for one with some space left in my belly!

    Finnmark is a county located in the northern most tip of Norway which connected directly to the northern area of Finland. Thing that sure, River Tana of this area is renown for the largest place in Europe to catch salmon! So… yeah! I expecting salmon as one of my dish! Anything else, based on the menu, since northern Finland area Lapland is one good place for reindeer, no wonder if that dish is included on the menu.

    And of course, any dishes brought from other Viking region might complement the dishes. I ate that by cracking it into several pieces and dipping it into the butter.


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