So it is Christmas, and what have you done? Well, its almost x-mas anyway, and I really haven’t done much good this year (hrm, I guess driving a V8 across three states and flying to and from America twice made my ecological footprint look like a goat toe armed with some hell’s bells.. and all the carbon dioxide that I have let out while climbing those mountain probably overshoots all the cow farts in the world, which reminds me that I have been eating way to much fart producing animals…. damn, I’ve been bad! I promise I’ll be better next year! ), but anyway. I will focus on the almost x-mas thingie.
I am used to celebrate Christmas in a place where it is cold, and extremely dark, this time of the year. With the sun setting at 2 pm, its really hard to have energy to do anything but snuggle up in the sofa, light some candles and eat a lot of good things. So I associate Christmas time with that; eating, snuggling and darkness, and I’ve found it suprisingly difficult to get the right spirit here, where the sun is beaming down on us for 12 hours per day, making the snow evaporate in front of our very eyes. It feels more like easter. Not bad. Not bad at all. But I want Christmas!!
So this Friday, I took the bull by its horns and set out to make Lussebullar. After all it was Lucia, and then you need Lucia buns. Apparently, making buns filled with saffron, quark and almond paste is not common practice here (surprise surprise), so it was a bit of an adventure. In addition, making doughs rise (with dry yeast (?)) on high altitude is well known to be quite a challenge. But damned be those who give up! I wanted Lussebullar and I was gonna get lussebullar.
I don’t think I’ve ever tasted as good lusse buns, oh well maybe I have coz they were a bit like bricks to be honest, so let me rephrase; I don’t think I have ENJOYED lussebuns as much as I did this weekend. Of course, we munched on them for breakfast, at the top of C-ridge and during our afterski.
Speaking of skiis and Centennial ridge, this weekend I and Martin were both happy to be Swedes. I don’t think any other nationality would have endured the winds that nearly blew us of the mountain, or the breakable wind crust snow conditions that were offered on the way down. To us, it felt just like home.
So it is Christmas, and what have you done? Answer: Lussebuns at 8600 feet and some serious crust busting at Centennial ridge. Good times.