Firday night
It was Friday. A Firday afternoon. The view from his kitchen window was beautiful. The rain had just stopped and the clouds were breaking up, spears of sunshine pierced the clear air and the green hills shone a vibrant green. So beautiful, so peaceful.
Lukad did not notice it. He was actually having a bit of a problem. See, Fridays means tradition. You have to eat the traditional Friday food. Unfortunately there were two different traditions and he really wanted both. Such a dilemma.
The sky outside darkened and glowed a purplish red as the evening clouds bled light. The sun went down. He sighed and looked out at the strangely grey world beneath the light dome that was the sky. It was truly a sight to behold, but unfortunatly his stomach decided to protest rather violently against his indecision. He decided to do the only sensible thing.
"Elle, melle,
deg fortelle,
skipet går
ut i år.
rygg i rand,
to i spann,
du er ute
på ei lita gullpute,
gullputa sprakk,
virre, virre vapp,
du slapp."
He gave the tacos a mourning glance as he freed the delicious food from it's plastic coffin. The oven was warm and he knew when it would be rady, all he had to do was to wait. Adter replacing the tacos in the cabinets, the meat in the freezer, making dip and finding the chips (he nearly ended up having the same problem, but he decided that he could open two bags of chips at the same time.) the food was finally ready. He took it out of the oven and placed it on the counter while he quickly set the table.
Then, finally, he got to stuff his face full of pizza. Not just any pizza, oh no, Grandiosa, the frozen kind. He'd have tacos next week. Grandis was tradition after all.
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translations
Elle, melle, - Elle, melle,
deg fortelle, You tell,
skipet går the ship went
ut i år. out this year.
rygg i rand, back in brim,
to i spann, two in bucket,
du er ute you are out
på ei lita gullpute, on a little golden pillow.
gullputa sprakk, the golden pillow cracked,
virre, virre vapp, virre, virre vapp,
du slapp. you didn't have to.
It is a childrens rhyme, it does not make sense to me either and I grew up with it.
Cultural lesson
Okay, not really, more of a fun fact. A Norwegian newspaper once had a poll on what the national dish of Norway should be, and somehow they chose Grandiosa's frozen pizza. So that is the unofficial but, among Norwegians, widely recognized modern national dish of Norway. If you ever visit you have to make sure you get some, especially on Fridays.
My second point, Friday evening. A Norwegian will most likely eat some foreign food; pizza and taco are the most popular, though sushi would be okay, then he will get chips and sit down in front of the TV, where he will watch the "Golden Line" which a name commonly used about three TV-shows that go on nrk between eight and eleven. It is a very Norwegian thing to do, and many foreigners and immigrants never truly understand the tradition.
Author's note (finally)
New chapter, horribly short, but it is here. I hope you enjoyed it, if you did not please tell me so that I can improve, if you did… I would still like to know… Wheter you review or not, I would like to thank you for reading this, it means so much to me. Also a thousand thanks to the people following and favoriting this story, it makes me so happy every time I get a mail saying someone haf followed or favorited my story.
I will try to update, but as I told you in the last chapter I am on a bike trip and I have limited acess to internet. It is worth it though, I am in Texas right now and the people here are wonderful. anyways, I am writing seceral one-shots and I have a couple of ideas, I will give you a list and if there is any you want to read I will give them a higher priority. I take requests, it saves me so much thinking…
If none of this made sense then I apologize, it's 1.30 am and I should really be asleep, but who can sleep when there is stuff to write and stuff to read?
So that, oh and I found a video, you just search for this in youtube;
How to drink your morning coffee in Norway by Trym Nordgaard
Bye and hope to hear from you,
Shrizyne