• Fig jam

    When being in my early teens we were bored and walking relentlessly the streets in the suburbs of Oslo.  In the fall there were apples and plums on the trees and they were apparently not being eaten. Or so it appeared for us. For a thrill we entered the gardens and picked the fruit. In Norwegian it is called going on “slang” – to scrump. It is the same as stealing, but there were no other consequences than that the owner of the garden would yell at you if got caught.
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  • Peach jam

    Being an expat in California calls for a whole lot of new experiences. A new life, a new house, a new way of doing (normal) things. Luckily enough we ended up (after a quite thrilling search for housing in the (really expensive) Palo Alto area) with a landlord from Hong Kong. With the knowing of the difficulties of being an alien in the US, he is there for us 24/7, happy for helping us whenever we have the slightest problem. We are so lucky! Continue reading