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Norwegian author and photographer living in the English countryside. You can preorder my cookbook on Amazon USA and U.K Link to U.K.👇🏻
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Illustrator needed! I miss this guy so much while visiting my home country of Norway! Our daily wanders, conversations and snuggles. Mr Whiskey is quite the character. A cheeky monkey for sure but a true English gentleman at heart. I used to tell stories about him here on Instagram under mrwhiskeystories and even if our conversations haven’t stopped, somehow life took over and his stories got filed elsewhere. However now as the bump grows, and our little girl is beginning to kick and make it known she’s here and ready to become a part of our little family, I find myself wanting to write his stories down. His mischievous adventures and deep thoughts. My father always told me bedtime stories of a boy with a dog with eagle wings that would carry him off into the mountain kingdom of the trolls. I want to pass on the tradition of telling stories to my little daughter, perhaps under the name of “The Adventures of Mr Whiskey” So I’ve began writing these stories down already over the past years, even before I’d even began thinking of one day giving birth to a little girl. I’ve spoken to Mr Whiskey about allowing me to tell his stories and to perhaps gather them all in a beautiful little book for children. He’s so far agreed to play the leading part, however we’re looking for the perfect illustrator to work with us in bringing his story to life! So we’re reaching out to you to see if you have any suggestions of wonderful illustrators with a magic pen. Please tag them in a comment below if you know of any that could be willing to work with us. And thank you again everyone for your incredibly generous support in the launch of my first cookbook! I’m over the moon! mrwhiskeystories thecottagekitchencookbook whiskeyandmoi

4 Days ago
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Today is the day, and I couldn’t be more excited as I celebrate the launch of my cookbook “The Cottage Kitchen” in Norway with my family. If you’ve pre ordered my book it should come in the mail today or in the next few days. I wish I could send a thank you note to every single one of you that has so generously supported me through this journey, because without you I may not have made this book. A friend popped by as I made the orange clove chicken with pears and butternut squash to go in the oven for the launch party dinner. While I chopped colorful vegetables and pierced the chicken with cloves she turned and said; It’s bold that you’ve shared such a personal journey in your book, it’s quite raw. I gave her comment a thought and replied that I’m not sure I could’ve done anything else. At the end of the day the only one we can be is ourselves, and in the book I wanted to share both my food journey and my personal journey with you. Standing raw and perhaps alone at crossroads, re-discovering who we are and finding our way home, even if that home may be within and not s destination. I wanted the best ok to be human, to share something real and honest through stories, recipes and images, and I can’t wait to hear what you think. Please tag me in both text and image if you post about it here on Instagram so I can pop over and read your thoughts. I have quite a few pop up events planned the next few months in regards to the launch of my book, and I’ll soon reveal the first location so stay tuned. But before I let you go, can I just say thank you again and leave you all with a grateful hug as I return to my launch party to blow out the candles on my ginger spiced pear tarte tatin. thecottagekitchencookbook launchparty cantwaittohearwhatyouthink

5 Days ago
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Almost two years ago I made a decision to change the way I work and conduct my life. I wanted to spend more time with my closest family and friends. I wanted to spend more time with my dog, in my garden, go for walks, read books and in general nurture meaningful relationships with people I love and admire. To be more selective of how I spent my time, and with whom I spent it. One step in that direction was rearranging my workshops, adding more warmth, authenticity, and a sense of home amidst all the teaching, learning and sharing. As soon as the thoughts above had entered my mind, my mother came to mind. She has always been home, representing what's authentic, warm, strong and beautiful in this world, and anyone that comes in contact with her cannot help but feel her generous warmth as she hugs them welcome. Without any hesitation I called and told her my plan to include her in my workshops both at home here in England and abroad. She smiled and asked with a light laughter in her voice, "Are you sure Marte?" Yes, I replied without any hesitation. Like any relationship it takes time to work out how to best collaborate, how to bring out the best in each other, and how to read each other's signs when we simply need to be alone to rest. It has been one of the very best decisions I've ever made, and I'm so glad the thought entered my mind of making these changes to the way I work and live. Not only do we get to spend wonderfully rewarding time together as mother and daughter, but I have a sneaking suspicion our workshop participants love her presence and beautiful contributions as much as I do... makinglifechanges motheranddaughter mmforsbergworkshop

7 Days ago
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I always ask him if he could picture himself living in whatever place we travel to. Paris was no exception. He gazed upwards towards the rooftop apartments with big windows overlooking the city and beyond. I followed his gaze, wanting to read his face before he delivered his thoughtful reply. If we lived up there, he said raising his arm pointing towards the sky and the elegant apartments at the top. I nodded and smiled. Arm in arm we strolled content and happy through the city’s many boulevards and narrow side streets. I pictured our life in the city as we walked, placing in my mind my cookbook in the window of every bookshop we passed. According to a quote I recently read, Albert Einstein once said: "Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution." I quoted it to my Englishman as we passed the pictured bookshop and he smiled. The rest of the day as we visited museums, galleries, favorite shops and cafes, we imagined our life together, and envisioned our dreams and goals, taking the very first step towards making them a reality... dreamingupourfuture imagintioniseverything paris Disclaimer: We’re not moving to Paris anytime soon;)

8 Days ago
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This is all I need on a Monday morning. Misty green landscape, and this little guy slurping away from a wee muddy puddle. It's all as it should be this morning, and I couldn't think of any other place I'd rather be... backhomeinthecounyryside visitwiltshire

13 Days ago
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Right before the evening sky descended on Paris like thick black smoke on our first evening, we strolled around the neighborhood that would serve as our home for the next few days. Majestic Sacre coeur winked at us from nearly every crossing street we passed, and before we knew it we were back at the very same view we marveled at last year. Sacre coeur wedged in between two classic Parisian apartment buildings. With little to no agenda for the next few days, we just strolled and ate our way through Paris many charming neighborhoods. We brunches and lunched at the ever charming @buvetteparis , however our favorite area, and the part of this city where we feel most at home, is Marais. It feels alive and vibrant, full of history, quaint bars, cafes and bistros, and filled to the brim with alluring boutiques that tempts at every turn. Like the Bermuda Triangle we seem to get stuck between bar 'Au petit fer a cheval', 'Hortance' and 'Les Philosophes' We're a total cliche as we order onions soup, a carafe of red wine with sides of snails, cheese, and foie gras. And then when our bellies yearn for that rustic-cooked-over-open-fire dinner in the quaintest of quaint Parisian eateries, we walk two streets down and duck in to 'Robert et Loise' where we emerge hours later with full bellies and happy smiles. Paris is whatever you want it to be, and we usually want it to be, old school... you won't find me searching out the newest trendiest eateries, I'm a simple girl with an appetite for a good steak cooked over open fire, a lovely vintage of red wine with darker notes, a well made and traditional onion soup, and plentiful of thin toasts with foie gras and a gentle sprinkle of salt. In Paris I'm ever so predictable, and thank heavens @theo_maxfield is the same... paris anniversarytrip

14 Days ago
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Before we could say 'Bonjour France' we'd unpacked our wee train picnic. It didn't look as elegant as this scene I style for the workshop I did with the lovely @thecooksatelier last autumn, but it definitely hit the spot. It's a total cliche, but I'm already dreaming about my first crepes with Nutella, and steaming hot French onion soup served in a small Parisian hole in the wall. We have our favorite jaunts to return to and a few new ones to explore. We don't like to plan too much. Meandering along the river and weaving and in and out of narrow streets, Cafes and galleries is our thing. I'd like to think that this is our first family trip of sorts, and that our little girl, (yes it's a girl!) is joining us, although she can't take in much of the vista yet. I can't wait to introduce her to the world! I recently listened to an interview with the brilliant late @oscardelarenta who spoke of his work as a fashion designer. Towards the end he mentioned his son, saying; 'The only aspiration I have for him is that he will become a good hearted man, which he is.' In this world of cheering our boys, and perhaps even more so our little girls on, I hear encouraging words of helping them build their strength, their independence, helping them understand and believe that they can do anything, achieve anything, to dream big and reach for the stars. I hope that with the help of our friends and family we'll be able to raise our little girl to believe all the above, but most of all, I hope she'll be a good hearted girl full of empathy. And that instead of breaking it, she blows kisses to the glass ceiling, as she passes it on her way reaching for her dreams.... mamatobe

18 Days ago
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Before the sun rises tomorrow, we'll make our way down the hill from our cottage and board the Paris bound train, with a picnic basket filled to the brim with local cheeses, homemade bread, chutneys, pates and perhaps a bit of charcuterie. For a few days we'll swap old castle ruins, thick green forests and rolling hills for beautifully chic Paris. 'Don't they have food on the train', he suggested, 'but of course', I replied! But I know he'll be beyond excited when we begin unpacking our home made picnic bundle, creating a little spread of local delights as we make our way to Paris. Last year we went in November, and even if we were all bundled up in scarfs, coats and tall boots, the bone chilling winds off the river Seine was hard to fend off, as we spend days exploring our favorite spots around town. So this year we're cheekily celebrating our anniversary one month early with a long weekend in "our" Paris, hoping milder October winds will blow kisses rather than pinch our cheeks pink, as we dart in and out of our favorite museums, cocktail bars and bistros... wanderlust welovelurpicnics parisherewecome

19 Days ago
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Curried parsnip soup, homemade by my local butcher, is slowly heating on the stove. Every now and then I just want to come home to a home cooked meal without having to lift a finger, and luckily my butcher had just the soup ready to be ladled up. So I'm sitting at my desk with Mr Whiskey by my feet organizing two more retreats for next year. Italy is now sold out, but we might add a couple more spots, and then I want to whisk you away to the Norwegian mountains for next summer cooking over open fire and foraging in the woods. In autumn, just as the leaves are about to turn I want to take you to a sleepy cottage with big old fireplaces, to cook, write and photograph, with creative sessions in the green sitting room depicted above. So many wonderful things to come that I'll tell you more about shortly. Have the loveliest weekend! Ps: Email us at workshop @mmforsberg.com to be put on our workshop/retreat news list! workshop wonkyoldcottage visitengland

23 Days ago
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These green rolling hills have been my home for the last four years now. I arrived by train one cold November afternoon and turned the key to a cottage I'd spotted on the internet just a week earlier. My suitcase was filled with winter jumpers, wellies, my parents old French copper pots and pans, and a brown leather-bound journal. Shortly after my arrival, I stopped writing my daily thoughts and feelings down. There were simply too many changes, too many thoughts, and too much to write, so I stopped, and instead began listening. It was a game changer, and four years later my very first cookbook is mere days away from its official launch. I'm lucky to have a publisher that let me tell my story of change through both recipes and words. Like it was my very own journal, my cookbook carries in it the story of that fateful night I discovered my wonky old cottage online, and how that first train ride to a small English village in the countryside changed my life forever... Follow the link in my profile to purchase your U.K. version, however for all of you living in USA, it's also available on Amazon.com. I can't wait to share my story and recipes with you, and to hear what you think! thecottagekitchencookbook justdaystogo

24 Days ago
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Thick fog, a gentle drizzle and green turning orange and brown. My favorite season has finally officially arrived, and I'm lighting every fireplace and candle in the cottage to celebrate. Tonight, a gloriously aromatic vegetable stew is on the menu, and for dessert, perhaps skillet roast lightly salted chestnuts with whipped brandy cream and baked pears? autumnisfinallyhere thecottagekitchencookbook simplecomfortfood

25 Days ago
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We try to savour these fleeting days of warmth, Mr Whiskey and I. Time simply passes by too quickly not to stop, so we do often. It doesn't take much time of effort, just a blanket, a few nibbles and a cooling drink like @volvic.uk and off we go down to the river or to our favourite tree. While he runs around chasing rabbits and pheasants, I take a seat by a tree and read a book till he returns beautifully tired and ready to go home to the cottage. He may need to be walked twice a day, but who says he can't get his daily dose of exercise while I slumber under a tree? findyourvolcano ad

29 Days ago
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Continuous warm weather has made fruits and berries on all trees and hedges surrounding our quaint village in the countryside ripen at once! It´s all too much, and my cottage kitchen has turned into a busy production line of jams and cordials, quantities in such abundance we can hardly keep up! The warm sun and my stove are competing with heating up the kitchen to unbearable temperatures so I´m staying cool with @volvic.uk Touch of Fruit. Little sips here and there, then back to stirring simmering pots. It takes time and patience to make jams, but once you get in the rhythm of this kind of slow cooking it feels rather meditative. At the end of the day with jars upon jars filled with natural summer sweets, it feels ever so rewarding. The sweet busy mess left behind feels more like a beautiful seasonal tribute, and I find myself returning again and again to this very slow business of preserving the flavours of each season. findyourvolcano ad

32 Days ago
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Possibly the last pink roses from the garden before autumn and winter slumber sets in. Last night we prolonged the weekend with one more day by booking us in at our favorite local pub for the night. It was the perfect end to our holidays and the greatest way to wake up to a new week, in a whitewashed room with a view in a 650 year old pub @thecompasses There's always something about coming home from travels and being thrust into everyday life that makes me want to take it slow, and nest up a bit longer, so we did. Upon returning home later today, I picked roses, and dove in head first hoping to find lunch in our meager fridge. I got lucky. A mature Camembert had hidden itself in the back, and with a few sprigs of rosemary, a bit of garlic and a few sliced of pears, it was all alive again and in the oven it went. Out it came minutes later all melted and delicious. Happiness truly lies in the little things...like cheese...and freshly baked bread...and perhaps a glass of red wine (I have to wait till after the baby to enjoy the latter) Next week a few more workshops for next year will slowly emerge on my website, and one small one just in time for Christmas. Email me at workshop @mmforsberg.com if you want to be put on our emailing list for upcoming events, retreats and workshops. bakedcamembertgalore thatholidayfeeling

41 Days ago
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(First off, we're so excited that almost all the spots for our Italy workshop in May is now sold! There's a couple more available, so if you want to reserve your spot, pop over to my website and click on retreats, or click on the link in my profile.) Our garden greeted us with its jungle like appearance when we arrived home last night. The bay leaf tree had grown what looked like a meter in all directions, and the grass on the lawn was like a sea of green as we waded through to get to the front door. I made a mental note to call my gardner, and to finally order old bricks for the front yard. Mr Whiskey couldn't contain his excitement and neither could we, finally our little team was united again. I adore exploring this fascinating and beautiful world of ours, but there's nothing like returning home happy and tired, tucking ourselves in at night in clean fresh linens, in our own bed. We fell asleep like rocks. Today it's all about errands, walking down to the local butcher and stock up on fruits, vegetables and a bit of meat for supper. The warm wind has moved on and the cooler temperatures from the north has made its arrival, autumn is finally here...and we are finally home...at least for a little while... goldhill visitdorset finallyhome

42 Days ago
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So excited to hit the launch button for our next workshop in Italy May 2018! With mild Spring temperatures the fireplaces will be lit in each room @sextantio of Santo Stefano di Sessanio, a medieval village on a hilltop in the heart of Abruzzo, that will be our base for this five day workshop. We'll go truffle hunting in the nearby woods, and cook up a feast inside the old village walls. We'll focus of visual storytelling, cooking, styling and photographing, with session on post production and how to build your brand and the use of social media. For those of you who want to join us but are less interested in the branding and social media we've added a cooking session for you. You can mix and match sessions as you please. In the evening as we rest our weary feet, mixologist @theo_maxfield will make us cocktails infused with local botanicals and filled with that ever charming Italian aperitivo tradition. The workshop is now open for registration through the link in my profile. It's on a first come first serve basis. Should you have any questions, feel free to email us at workshop @mmforsberg.com Can't wait to see you there! workshop foodstylingandphotography

43 Days ago
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Last night all sun kiss and tired from a day at the beach, we put our weary feet up and turned in to our hotel early. Rome has an abundance of fantastic places to eat, but we simply wanted an evening to ourselves. The main train station Termini in Rome has a great, albeit touristy indoor food court/market perfect for buying really tasty warm food, that we later arranged on top of our bed back at the hotel and made an impromptu dinner picnic with. It was perfect. All we did was talk, dream up future adventures and decided to get a cool looking Vespa sooner rather than later... thebestevening diningin rome

44 Days ago
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We dove straight into a postcard on our first evening in Rome. Slowly walking along Tiber to the sound of street performers to the backdrop of ancient monuments, and stunning history filled architecture. St Peter's was silently yet ever so majestically glowing in the distance. We were headed towards the old Jewish quarter for supper, and as the sun set we turned onto Via Giulia with it's ever tempting fine antiques shops that had us in its embrace so long we forgot all about the Jewish quarter and deep fried artichokes, they're not in season anyway, and found the most charming old trattoria called "Da Sergio alle Grotte". While we nibbled on plate after plate with cheese and charcuterie as our antipasti, we read all of your heartwarming comments on my previous post announcing the bump. Thank you all ever so much! It's all so very moving that you took the time to congratulate us. This morning we took it slow. Enjoyed a late breakfast and hopped on the slow train headed to the beach outside Rome all smiles and ready to swim all day, hopefully working up an appetite for yet another evening feast on traditional Roman food this evening. mmforsbergrome holidaygalore rome

45 Days ago
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As we climbed into the bus that would take us from Salerno to Matera, a couple of days before my workshop began, I thought about the bump. I'd emailed the participants in advance letting them know, but I still felt so shy about it all. I found it increasingly challenging to let people know that my loved one and I were expecting a little person. At home and with friends and family we were so excited and talked about it with great anticipation, but sharing the news outside of my little bubble felt daunting, as if I was crossing a line between what I consider private vs personal. I strive to keep them separate, no matter how open I am and enjoy being here on social media or in public, I reserve the private moments to myself. I love sharing with you, taking you with me on travels and on daily adventures, and I treasure the feeling of us all being friends here on Instagram (can I call us that?). So, as we found our seat front row on the bus, giving us panoramic view of the passing landscape on our journey, I knew I wanted to tell you, to share this wonderful, and for me very private news, that we are expecting a little one first week of February! It caught us by surprise, but it is such joyous news! We had planned to wait a while longer before becoming a family, but perhaps sometimes things happen for a reason and we both couldn't be happier. I want to tell you more about my experience of becoming a mother, as I've heard and seen so many beautiful stories on and off line, but these first 4 1/2 months have been a journey of finding myself again and not at all as beautiful and glamorous as perhaps I thought it would be, but that's for another day. Today, my love @theo_maxfield and I will wander the streets hand in hand wrapped in a bubble of bliss, celebrating life, love, and gloriously beautiful Rome. becomingamother ( 📷 by @theo_maxfield )

46 Days ago
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Last night we dressed for dinner and guided by the full moon we made our way to the cave where we were having our last supper. Candles were lit and we all licked our plates of local pasta clean. Prosecco bottles were popped and course after course of local dishes were happily devoured. At the end of the evening, before hugs and teary goodbyes, we enjoyed a dessert called "Nuns tits" looking exactly like their name and filled with vanilla cream. We all blushed a bit as we nibbled away on this slightly vulgar dessert. It's always hard to say goodby, but we exchanged emails and addresses hoping to see each other soon again. This morning all our bags were packed in the dim light of the cave candles and props were wrapped in every summer dress and nightgown I owned to keep them safe on the journey back up to Rome. As I blew out the last candle I whispered to these ancient cave wallls...we'll be back... @sextantio mmforsbergworkshop

47 Days ago
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The roads are paved with blocks of pale local stone here in Matera. Sleek beautiful old slabs that shine in the afternoon sun. The surrounding, seemingly barren landscape, burst into life after the tiniest amount of rain, and what seems like a deserted town during the day, is filled with people and music as soon as the sun tilts its head towards the horizon line. I didn't think I'd fall for this place as much as I have. It crept up on me, however it's name is now engraved on my heart. As clouds descend on our hilltop town this afternoon and we tuck into local charcuterie and cheese on the terrace outside my cave, I can already feel a longing to return to a place I haven't even left yet... mmforsbergworkshop matera mmforsbergitaly

48 Days ago
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She took a seat and we gathered around. The morning sun had just hidden its face behind a small cloud and we all stood around ready to capture the moment. These caves, this dusty yet ever so lovely hilltop town, all the delicious local food and wine, but most importantly my lovely participants and helpers. This workshop has been most wonderful. My emotional rucksack is filled to the brim with beautiful memories already and we still have one day to go! In a few minutes I'll push this old wooden door open, squint as my eyes adjust to the bright sunny day outside and make my way around the corner to the cave church where breakfast is being served. spoiledrotten mmforsbergworkshop mybeautyfulmother

49 Days ago
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Nothing but blue skies as we settle in to our caves for my workshop here in the beautiful Italian hilltop town carved out of rocks. Mum squealed with delight as I opened the door to our cave for the stay @sextantio , my absolutely favorite hotel in this region of Italy. The last bottles of local liqueurs and botanical have been bought and our cocktails table with a view is almost ready to welcome our workshops guests. Can I wear this dress tonight my mother asked me, making a little spin and a twirl in her light linen dress paired with a tailored dark jacket. You look lovely and ever so chic, I said with a smile, as she took a seat with a mirror in hand, to finish off the look with her signature lipstick. In just a minute @theo_maxfield will get the ice and we can officially open the doors and toast to the beginning of a few lovely days together here in Sassi di Matera. I simply cannot wait! mmforsbergworkshop mmforsbergitaly matera

51 Days ago
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Our bags are piled by the front door and props have been carefully wrapped in summer dresses and linen napkins to protect them on the journey through Italy. Mr Whiskey is resting his head on my feet as I type, and all we have left to do is run a few errands and we're off! My stack of books to read while on our travels have been edited down to two. The beautiful brick of a biography on Rembrandt has been edited out and a heavy marble plate for styling has taken its place. This ever challenging task of packing when teaching and running workshops abroad is a skill, not yet mastered, but I'm getting there. I couldn't help but add a wee picnic to our schedule in Italy, that my participants don't know of yet, but I simply had to. It won't be like last week's private workshop that involved a skillet, mushrooms and outdoor cooking, but rather we'll be on a moving train with the southern Italian landscape glide by our windows on our way from Bari to Matera with an abundance of local cheeses and charcuterie, accompanied by a few bottles of our favorite wines. I'm so excited I can barely sit still! Italy here we come! mmforsbergworkshop outdoorcooking picnic

54 Days ago
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The sun emerged from the low hanging morning haze and reminded me it is still summer here in England. I was secretly hoping for a slight change of season after the low temperatures the last few days and had optimistically lined up wellies and tweed jackets by the front door. But summer still prevails... As I edit images from my last private workshop I'm reminded of how well the countryside lends itself to inviting participants home to these workshops. On our second day with @lifeaquatic after biscuits and tea, brainstorming marketing plans, social media presence in this ever changing world, and mapping out the future, we filled our baskets with mushrooms, a hearty bottle or red, local cheeses, and a big chunk of souerdough bread, before venturing into the woods to prepare lunch by a big oak tree. The mushrooms hit the sizzling skillet, where a generous knob of butter was browning, with a few hisses. As they warmed and softened in the butter, I sprinkled in a few slices of chorizo and a handful of fresh thyme before seasoning it all. Right before it hit our plates I added one big dollop of sour cream. A gentle smoke emerged between the branches and made its way to the top of the tree, and as our glasses met in a toast the most delicious autumnal aromas tickled our nostrils. Our mushroom lunch was ready. I believe in making use of our unique surroundings here on the border between my two favorite shires, Dorset and Wiltshire. During our workshops we move from inside to outside and back again, we weave in and out of structured sessions and strolls through fields and meadows to keep our minds fresh and inspired, always ending our days in wonky old pubs before falling asleep like rocks. Now with the windows open and Mr Whiskey all snuggled up by my feet I'm busy planning the next one, while packing for Italy. I strongly believe there's room for every creative that has a dream and is willing to work hard. It's not always the easiest road to carve out a job for ourselves, but it's so incredibly rewarding to see our ideas and dreams take shape and take on a life of its own... mmforsbergworkshop visitwiltshire privateworkshop takemethere

56 Days ago
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And then, to the sound of St Peter's church bells we rounded off the first day of the workshop with a sloe gin cocktail called 'Sloe and Steady' We put our feet up and let mixologist @theo_maxfield work his magic with vintage silver shakers and liqueurs. We were out of last year's homemade batch of sloe gin, so we turned to my friends @organicliqueurs to rescue us with theirs. To be fair, we didn't really put our feet up, rather we photographer the heck out of his cocktail skills before finally getting to taste his work. "It's the most delightful drink I've ever had," she said with a silly smile @lifeaquatic ! With empty glasses and baskets of well used props in hand, we climbed into the car and headed to dinner at my locale pub @thebeckfordarms Needless to say, we all fell asleep like happily tired rocks that night... mmforsbergworkshop cocktails sloegin

58 Days ago
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After breakfast on the first day of my private workshop with the lovely @lifeaquatic we watched Piers from @pythousekitchengarden set up our lunch, slow smoked Scottish salmon on cedar wood. Nestled in a Victorian walled garden smoke rose up above the ripe apple trees next to us and made our tummies rumble. Give it a couple of hours he said, before we headed towards a medieval castle just a stone throw away to photograph caravaggioesque portraits in its dungeon, where we awaited the salmon to do its thing. My favorite parts of these private one on one bespoke workshops is being able to work so closely with a fellow creative in building their portfolio, camera skill, business plan, marketing strategy and to brainstorm all the wonderful opportunities that's lies ahead when we find our direction. Dreams do indeed come true, with a generous dose of diligence and hard work. And then there's the plan I make for the days together tailored to each participants needs and wants, that almost always gets spontaneously altered as we go along. After biscuits and tea on a wee bridge dangling our feet above a small stream, and photographing dark and moody portraits in Wardour castle's dungeon, we returned to @pythousekitchengarden for the much anticipated salmon lunch, needless to say we both did a happy food dance with silly grins on our face bite after bite. Tis was indeed sillily delicious! mmforsbergworkshop

58 Days ago
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We're thrilled to bits after reading all your kind and encouraging comments in regards to my recent post about my cookbook "The Cottage Kitchen". Mr Whiskey and I snuggled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and read every single comment. You'll have to let me know what you think of it! As daunting as it is to put something out there that is so uniquely personal, raw and imperfect, however it is also quite empowering to put your words and work out there in all its imperfect glory. To allow volume to our own voice, to embrace the process of creating, and to not compare our work with others, but be proud of our achievements however small they may be. Today I'm going to do a happy dance, toast to finished projects, and allow my work to be what it is, but never give up learning and growing. Here's to where and what we are now, to what we might be tomorrow, and to everything in between! thecottagekitchencookbook volumetooourownvoice

61 Days ago
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It's time to celebrate! 🎉 The postman just delivered what is the first hot off the press copy of my cookbook "The Cottage kitchen" published by @clarksonpotter and I don't know which leg to stand on. It's all too exciting and a bit daunting. Soon this little book will take on a life of its own popping up in shops all over the U.K. and USA. It's been an exciting and ever so wild journey where the learning curve has been steep, but also ever so empowering, and now it's here! You can pre order a copy in both the U.K. and on the USA amazon website. The official launch date is the 17th of October which is just a bit over one month away! I can't wait to hear what you think. The cookbook has 100 recipes, and is a personal story of my journey to England, building a home in a wonky little cottage on the outskirts of a sleepy English village, and reigniting my passion for cooking simple everyday meals inspired by my upbringing in Norway and my journeys around the world. Like a culinary magpie I've created recipes scribbled down on whatever scrap paper I had at hand from every country and town I've lived it over the years, and it has all come together in my wee cottage kitchen here in England. It's always a bit raw to share your work, and especially my story of finding a home and a new life here in England. Hopefully many of you can relate to this journey of change and of rediscovering perhaps both yourself and your passion. My grandmother always said that a woman will rediscover herself multiple times throughout life. This cookbook was my very first time, which led to the most wonderful life, and I can only hope my next "rediscoveries" will lead to just as many surprising and wonderful changes in my life. So here's to new beginnings, adventures off the beaten path, sharing the love of cooking simple home cooked meals, and of journeys yet to be discovered! Can't wait to hear what you think. Link to the U.K. Site to ore order my cookbook in my profile. If you live in USA, simply type my full name on your amazon.com site and you'll find my cookbook "The Cottage Kitchen" there. More to come soon! thecottagekitchencookbook yayitsfinallyhere

62 Days ago
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This business of returning to ones roots should come with a warning. The wheels of my plane had just about touched down before mum was on the phone. How about leaving straight away to our family mountain home, she said without the slightest idea, perhaps, of what that might do to my heart. I dusted off old rucksacks, packed hand knitted jackets with traditional pattern, and stuffed my wellies with wool sock. My belt normally just keeps my trousers from falling off, however in the mountains, a knife and a wooden cup is attached for drinking water from streams and the knife for eating apples, carving my initials in trees and fending off bears, the latter less likely to actually work. We climbed over rucksacks, blankets, buckets for berries, a basket with food and all our wellies before finding our seats in my sisters car and setting off, the mountains next. We stopped only for a cheeky bite of traditional hot dogs at midpoint, and to pick up a local smelly cheese called "Pultost" a fermented fresh cheese with caraway seeds. It's one of those local delicacies that you can smell for miles if the packaging is broken. We double wrapped it, just in case. Before sun set we had carried all our gear into our "Seter" cabin, and lit the fireplace and a few candles. My heart swelled. That first night I climbed into a bed nestled in the corner of the kitchen, blew out the last candle and shed a tear or two of pure nostalgic bliss... seterliv norway

66 Days ago
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And just like that, it was time to pack my bags and turn my nose towards England, Mr Whiskey, and my Englishman and his weekly cocktail sessions. I feel recharged, happy and excited to go home. I've felt this overwhelming lovely feeling of belonging while I've been here in Norway nestled in family embraces and warm friendships, the kind of friendship that come from people that have know me since I was a wee lass. Both the above types of relationships can be quite raw. Both filled with love, disappointment, misunderstandings and often tears of joy. The red thread that runs through both, is that these two types of relationships have weathered storms, no one has given up on each other, and the bonds of love has been forged stronger. I'm sure we can all relate, no relationship is straight forward, which is perhaps why I felt so emotional as I hugged my family goodby at the bus station, my sister and my niece pulled a "Jane" Bond and parked on the sidewalk next to me, a wee minute before the bus to the airport was scheduled to leave. Just in time for one last hug. Family are friends we didn't chose, and they come in all shapes and forms. They have shaped me weather I want to or not. They drive me up the wall and make me feel so incredibly loved at the same time. It's complex and complicated. Being a part of a family teaches me over and over again, that there are no easy solutions and quick fixes in life, it all is a matter of investing time, listening, caring, forgiving, choosing to love and never giving up on each other. It's painfully raw at times and blissfully wonderful. It's human and real. They make me a better person, and they show me with their example that when we stay, when we listen, forgive and chose to love, there is nothing we cannot conquer together... families

67 Days ago
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I didn't expect the overwhelming feeling of belonging that washed over me as soon as I lit the wood burner in our family's mountain home in Norway. My great great grandfather built it some 200 years ago, and we've spent every school holiday there since I entered this world. With glowing coal from the night before it was easy to light the fireplace in the kitchen my first morning in our mountain nest. I hopped into my wellies, still in my blue pj's, and went into the nearby woods with a wee old milk bucket in hand on my way to fetch fresh water from the family spring. It's a secret little spot, nestled in between bearded and bewitch birch and pine trees and the ever elusive cloudberry. The sun was emerging over the mountains as I dipped the ladle into the crystal clear water taking the first sip of cold fresh Norwegian mountain water straight from the source. This is where I belong, I said to myself, surrounded by trees, with no another soul for miles and miles. England seemed so far away, and Italy even further. On my way back I picked handfuls of bilberries and gobbled them down with one big grin. Down a path and across the old bridge I kneeled by a stream, washed my hair and put it up in a towel crown before making my way back to the cabin where I hung the kettle over the fire. It took me by surprise how much I'd missed this rustic and simple way of living, and for the next few days I found myself marinating in a sort of homecoming bliss, plotting how to spend more time off the grid, in this very place, and how to take you with me... visitnorway trysil seterliv thisisdarling passionpassport takemethere cntraveler huffposttravel darlingescapes iamatraveler guardiantravelsnaps bbctravel mytinyatlas norway visittrysil

69 Days ago
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All we had time for this morning was just a quick cup of tea and nibbles before we piled my bags into the car and drove off to the airport. He insisted on driving, and I happily accepted. The right kind of easy happy tunes made us seat dance as the rain whipped against the car windows, and the windscreen wipers added that extra beat to each song. I can't wait to go home I said, and he smiled, reminding me that I seemed to have quite a few places I endearingly call by the same name. When we fly to Italy I say, I can't wait to go home to Italy, and when we go back I can't wait to go home to England, or this time home to Norway. We may not chose where we're born, but we can luckily chose where we feel like we belong, and I don't have any need to narrow that down to one spot. There's many places I feel at home, and many times it's in the company of people I hold dear. Being with them feels like home. So here I am, on my way back home to my beloved Norway and I'm so excited I've already "pre-ordered" traditional sour cream porridge with a side of buttered flatbreads and salt cured leg of lamb, from my mother. Some things never change. And in a week I'll be just as excited to head home to England, and will ask my Englishman to put the kettle on as soon as I open the front door. Perhaps it's places, and a little bit people, and sometimes simply food, that makes us feel at home. And I'm just learning to embrace it all without labels or passport definitions of who I am... moderndaynomads homeiswhereyouwantittobe

74 Days ago