Ancora Imparo: Pictures of the day

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Pictures of the day

Ok guys!

Yesterday we had a great night with awesome neighbours! and eat and eat and catch up with all story! mixed between english and Norwegian @flamish.

Today I had an opportunity to invite few neighbours over for Lunch!

For appetizer

Got to go with typical Norwegian Cheese and tomato dressing

next main course

Baked Chicken@ satay style with peanuts source and Chicken Rice ball

Fusion delight maybe

with Desserts

Home made coconut ice cream.

We have a great winter still and very icy out here!

I am not losing my kitchen artsy yet! huhuhuhu

4 comments:

1q23 said...: As my Mum used to say 'Scrummy!' - which you can understand as 'yummy, yummy' or even 'truly scrumptious'!

And that's without tasting it,; March 9, 2011 at 4:56 AM
Suf n Steve said...: Micky dear

Your partner and you are most welcome to our house in Kristiansund!

Guest of honour! We have big lovely guest-room facing the river.

and I can cooks for; March 9, 2011 at 6:37 AM
Nik_TheGreek said...: So, your 'pictures of the day' are all of food? interesting...
They look delicious though; March 13, 2011 at 4:05 AM
Suf n Steve said...: heheheh!

Oh for the love of foods and I enjoy cooking for my family!

you guys can come and visit us too!; March 14, 2011 at 3:08 AM

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