@brittarnhild
Every year, when autumn arrives, my mother phones: "Autumn is here, it is time to eat lamb. Welcome to dinner"
Every year a feast. The table. The food. The smell in the house. The life long love between my parents.
Lammefrikasse, lambs stew, is my mother´s specialty.
The meat so tender it melts on your tongue.
Lingonberry marmelade makes the meal sing.
Aged 83 and 80 my parents still hike to woods picking their own tyttebær
The meal was a feast, the night was a feast.
Except for one thing. We were all so busy eating and talking, we completely forgot to ask my mother for piano music for dessert.
