Having McDonalds and Taco Bell as your next door neighbours is the ultimate test of restraint, stoicism and self-discipline.
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Carbo cravings – the fast food test
Posted in LilleLyngstad, Minneapolis, food, tagged fast food, food cravings, pregnancy on 21 March, 2008 | 2 Comments »
How to make Chinese dumplings
Posted in Culture, Milwaukee, food, tagged chinese food, dumplings on 7 February, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Befriend a lovely Chinese lady (We did! Namely Mrs Yu who even invited us to come to her kitchen for dumpling lessons. Thanks!)
Make a firm dough from flour, water and craving for Chinese food!
In the meantime, make a nice filling from minced pork, vegetables or any of your fave ingredients
Make tiny round, tortilla-like shapes.
Now here [...]
Culture shock – Part III a (Typical American!)
Posted in Culture, Milwaukee, food, travel, tagged culture shock, greetings, intimate space on 5 February, 2008 | 2 Comments »
So finally, I (Bjørn) have arrived at the most interesting part: the stuff that will make a gullible Eurovision-loving, Euro-boy like myself feel the tight grip of culture shock. Here are some friendly outsider observations about the US of A and its locals, the Americans and how they differ from the rest of the world. [...]
Culture shock – Part II (What culture shock?)
Posted in Culture, Milwaukee, food, travel, tagged culture shock, lefse, lutefisk on 26 January, 2008 | 1 Comment »
So what is the big deal? A Norwegian moving to the American Mid-West is hardly going to suffer from culture shock when so many things are similar:
It is freezing! As I write this the thermometer shows -16C/3F. Ha – don’t make me laugh. I’ve slept in tent and been posted as a guard outside at [...]
Culture shock – Part I (Returning to the West)
Posted in Culture, food, travel, tagged Africa, culture shock, developing countries, food, junk food, the West on 8 January, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Have I (Bjørn) experienced culture shock since moving to America?
When moving from one place to another, one is bound to experience some sort of culture shock. My first one was probably moving to England and realising that the English have thick, fluffy carpets covering their bathroom floors and that they think it’s ok to wear [...]

