I am addicted to travel. I love seeing new places, meeting new people and dining different and exotic food.
I have so many memories and tastes that remind me of wonderful events in my life. This is for instance when me and a friend made dinner with our Italian friends in Pisa, a wonderful day with an Austrian family, a New years celebration in Austria, a Brazilian barbecue in Brazil, our kitchen in Klagenfurt, Danish Christmas, learning how to make spanish omelette in Barcelona, Swedish dinner on a wonderful summer night, tasting all kinds of Pakistani food, learning how to make Vietnamese food or Indian chai, dinner evenings with exotic food and friends in Iceland..and I can go on and on and on. These memories are filled with stories, scents, happiness and sorrow, sounds and memories.
When I was younger I was fortunate to live in different countries during my studies. The most amazing people I met on these stays were the locals who invited me to stay with them for some days, or for an evening, having dinner. I am forever thankful to these people for giving me the precious experience of “dining with the locals.”
(A wonderful brunch and a memorable view and company in Thingvellir – Iceland)
Therefore I remember being at people’s houses, helping with preparing dinner, tasting new things and hearing the history of the food, the recipes, sometimes coming from the grandmother or great grandmother of the family. In Austria, Brazil and Portugal, I even received a cooking book from the area so I could try the recipes at home.
(Late midnight dinner in August in the Westfjords – Iceland)
Sometimes interesting stories came to the surface.
In Iceland I heard the story of the woman who always cut the leg of lamb in two before putting it in the oven on a Sunday afternoon.
She never thought about it that much, but when her daughter asked her why she was doing that all these years, she replied “my mom always did and so did my grandma”. The story unfolded when the grandmother revealed the secret.
(A leg of an Icelandic lamb – See more on www.lambakjot.is)
When she was young, in the beginning of the 20th century, making dinner in the kitchen with her mom, they used to not have a big enough pot for the lamb leg for it to fit in entirely, so her mum had to cut it in two.
Many years later when she moved with her children and husband to a new house, with big enough pots, she continued cutting the leg of lamb in two and that is where this tradition in the family began.
(A wonderful dinner view by the lake in Thingvellir – Iceland)
I am sure that for this family the lamb would taste entirely different if not cut in two so I guess they continued the tradition, until this day. And the lamb would not have been so memorable had they not told me the story first.
When I was working with young people in Iceland many years ago, I used to use the kitchen as a place to get to know people. It is actually my experience that when working together preparing a meal or cleaning up, your boundaries are less in the way of the communication and that allows people to interact in a better and more precious way.
(Icelandic pancakes – sometimes only with sugar, sometimes with jam and cream)
The Icelandic gastronomy is based on fish and lamb mostly with influences from all around the world. The raw material is amazingly fresh and wonderful and the Icelandic vegetables help making the meal something to remember.
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(Pictures by helgastina and Eyglo Runarsdottir)