I went to the bakery in Alta and asked if they had any croissants. Their response: ‘What’s that?’ An Australian reply would be ‘You are kidding me, right?’ but I saw that they really meant ‘what’s that?’. With a big breath in and a big exhale, I composed myself.
I have been a little disappointed lately because my regular shop has stopped their line of shelf-dried plastic croissants. It is hard to get the real-deal of anything ‘exotic’ in Norway so fake ones are better than none. But alas, our Sunday morning croissants had to be replaced by eggs benedict. Ever since I have been searching every shop and bakery in vain, until…
I spotted six croissants in the oven when I was at a shop across town. Fresh baking ones! They had 5 mintues to go. I walked up and down the aisles waiting to hear the ping of ‘readiness’. The ping went and I raced to the oven. I waited. And waited. And waited as the croissants were getting browner and browner. No shop assistant was coming for them! Argh! I couldn’t let them get all dry and burnt so I opened the oven and popped the croissants in a paper bag. They were still steaming when I went through the checkout but they were divine in the car – warm, crunchy on the outside and soft and buttery on the inside.
Sometimes living in Norway makes you a little nuts for the things you miss.