Age Is Not Important, Except For Cheese

Posted in Canon EOS 450D by Knutsvik on January 30, 2011

Oysters on the half shell.

Filet au poivre.

Cheese. Unfortunately, several were sadly underripe.

Saturday, 29th January 2011.

Tagged with: Bergen, closeup, diary, food, restaurant

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stjernetyven said, on January 30, 2011 at 7:34 PM

mmmmm… jeg kan komme på endel annen mat, der alder er viktig. Som oftest den andre veien. Ferskt 😛

Hvor har du vært og spist? Det kjøttet der så jo bare helt magisk ut! Østersen også, forsåvidt, men den får jeg alltid litt *kremt* suspekte assosiasjoner av, hehe.

Søren også. Nå ble jeg sulten. Det var som bare…

*Smaaaaaaaaaaaaaaask*

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- Knutsvik said, on January 30, 2011 at 11:28 PM
  
  hehehe – oooh hey, Starry! oh ja, fileten var fantastisk – norsk kjøtt er så mye bedre nå enn for ti år siden, og det betyr vel at noen har gjort noe rett et eller annet sted (Landbruksdepartementet? 😀 ). og oh, nam nam – sausen var om mulig ennå bedre!
  
  *ler*
  
  og duuuu – det går brillefint an å spise østers altså. så lenge de eeeeh lukter ferskt 😀 (GUD, hvaaaaaaaaaaaa? sa jeg DET???? haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaregud 😀 )
  
  *smaaaaaaaaask*
  
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Silje said, on January 30, 2011 at 8:50 PM

Ay ay ayyyyyyyy!

Hva annet kan jeg si…? Restemiddagen min så ikke slik ut. Det er nå helt sikkert.

Også…østers da… *Sukk*

*Smask*

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- Knutsvik said, on January 30, 2011 at 11:19 PM
  
  hahaha – oooh ja, Silje – ayayay! noe må man finne på midt på vinteren, og da, baby, da kan man like godt finne litt luksus *ler*
  
  😀
  
  *smaaaaask*
  
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z ... said, on February 1, 2011 at 1:25 PM

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Mmmm….yes, what a Feast My Knight
Your Powers are resaturated indeed !
I feel so inspired for a ritual Candle Supper, si, si
with a glass of Sancerre and ripen cheese
celebrating the rite of Imbolc / St Brigids
and Mother of Blessed Thunder Candle eve
Chevre and Stilton are my outmost favorites
—- so devoted to cheese hihi

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- Knutsvik said, on February 2, 2011 at 11:05 AM
  
  ay, My Madonna of Spring Rites, The Soft Flesh Of The Sea Creatures Certainly Did Please Me, For It Is An Ancient Communion To Consume Creatures Which Are Living Still; For The Boundaries Between The External And The Internal, Between The Eternal And The Temporal, Between The Seen And The Unseen Dissolve As Life Becomes Death And Death Becomes Life, Ah Madonna, My Lady Of The Spring Rites, How You Should Have Been There In Thy Red Gown And Thy Silken Lace, Ah Madonna, My Lady Of The Moon …. How You Should Have Communed …
  
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  - z ... said, on February 2, 2011 at 12:08 PM
    
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    Ohhh…..yesss…..I love the rites of Spring My Knight
    How I love them…..even if my Communion last night
    was not with the living life…yet I could feel the Flames
    and the new energy purifying me within….ohhh….
    Those dissolving Boundaries…ohhhh how I would
    love to feel those in my Soft Flesh mantled in Red Silk
    
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MT said, on February 1, 2011 at 8:03 PM

Så lekkert tillaga,hadde vore deilig med eit slikt måltid.

Eg et vaffelhjerter i kveld,trur eg trøste-et.

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- Knutsvik said, on February 2, 2011 at 11:07 AM
  
  haha, Hey MT, oh ja, me trøste-et nokon og einkvar, vil eg tru, og vaffelhjarter er ikkje det verste som finnest når ein treng trøyst ….
  
  eg håpar ting er lysare for deg i dag, Marie ……
  
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MT said, on February 2, 2011 at 8:07 PM

Takk for det Mr.Litt lysare blått i kveld ja ,du veit alle desse valga,nokre må ein ta sjølv andre vert tatt for ein,slitsamt å vere vaksen 🙂

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- Knutsvik said, on February 2, 2011 at 10:32 PM
  
  ay, Marie, tell me about it!
  
  nokre ganger er det enklast at andre velger for ein – då slepp ein å tenkje for mykje sjølv! meeeen – så var det det då… huff!
  
  nei, ein får sei som Nils Arne Eggen sa: there is hope in hanging snor! *ler*
  
  😀
  
  Hepp!
  
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