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. 

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