Americans eat Norwegian Christmas food

[Jenise]

This is a lot of fun:

http://www.dagbladet.no/2015/12/21/tema/mat/julemat/den_amerikanske_ambassaden/amerikanere/42483394/

[Robin Garr]

That's funny! Especially the sheep's head ...

That's fun!

Cool.

When I was teaching high school I asked several students to relate their favorite holiday ethnic traditions,

One young lady---Italian---dreamily described her favorite family holiday feast, a calf's head Narrated in great detail, lovingly. Three students had to urgently leave the room during her description.

A friend of mine who had his mission in Norway said that the day after Christmas pretty much every house had the lingering smell of broiled juleribbe, the skin-on pork rib cut. Basically cracklings, pork belly, and ribs all in a single dish. You can get the cut in Oakland, Calif., if you go to the Scandinavian butcher. Makes an ungodly amount of smoke, though. He makes that, red cabbage, white cabbage, and roasted potatoes every year for Norwegian Christmas.

Basically cracklings, pork belly, and ribs all in a single dish. You can get the cut in Oakland, Calif., if you go to the Scandinavian butcher.

I really need to find a Scandinavian butcher around here.

Basically cracklings, pork belly, and ribs all in a single dish. You can get the cut in Oakland, Calif., if you go to the Scandinavian butcher.

I really need to find a Scandinavian butcher around here.

This month's Saveur has a similar type of dish made with "skin-on pork loin rack" in which they claim that a regular butcher might do it as an advance order. Of course, that would require finding a butcher, but those are pretty thin on the ground these days.

That might work, Walt. We have a shop nearby where they'll do stuff like that. I'll check it out in Saveur. Thanks!

Pretty funny. I would have had a lot of trouble with many of those courses as well. And I'm no diplomat!

When I was in college, and came home for Christmas; my father (a physician) came home from visiting a Norwegian family with a large jar of Glögg. Neither parents liked it, so I had to dink the whole thing! Yum!