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Today is Fat Tuesday, and according to tradition I walk over to our local grocery store to buy salt meat and swede. In the store I find a quite good mixture of meat, but no salted one for my Fat Tuesday dinner.
A store employee passes by and I ask
"Do you have salt meat"
"I am sorry, if it not there we don't have any"
With a smile I continue: "But tomorrow is Fat Tuesday. How come you don't have any salt meat for the traditional Fat Tuesday dinner?
"Hæ?" (meaning WHAT)
"Fat Tuesday, tomorrow is Fat Tuesday and I plan to cook the traditional dinner with salt meat and swede"
"HÆÆ???"
"Fat Tuesday" I say once more.
"Fat Tuesday? Never heard of it"
In another grocery store, across the street, I find the meat I want.
Back home I call Ingrid and invite her, Marius and Marius' brother for Fat Tuesday saltkjøtt og stapp
Then I sit down and write an open letter to the owner of one of the few grocery chain stores in Norway, telling him that I can understand that an employee doesn't know much about food traditions. But as an owner of Rema 1000, one of the main food chains in Norway, I suggest that he should give his employees a course, and I invite him and those he wants to bring with him to The House in the Woods for a Fat Tuesday dinner.
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I have NOT hear a word back.
