There are a few things that I knew about Norwegians before I married Mrs. Notafoodie:
– They boast a weird death metal scene.
– The spell lots of things with a “K”, where a “C” would suffice
– They eat lots of fish
– They are descendants of vikings
After I married my beautiful Irish / Norwegian bride, I found out a few more things:
– NEVER mistake them for Swedes. They DO NOT tolerate that (even though I can not tell the difference between Swedish meatballs and Norwegian meatballs)
– They use cardamom in almost every dessert, with amazing results
– They love their Christmas cookies
– They have an amazing, mythical dish that seems as though it was custom made for me. It’s called “benesefula”
Now, the reason that I say that it’s mythical is not because of it’s magical taste (which it does possess). It’s because I can not find mention of this recipe anywhere. My search through the caverns of the interweb have taken me down long, winding paths paths; past roadsigns like “SonsOfNorway.com” and “VikingFood.com”. Along this journey, I’ve seen enough weird characters like “å” and “Ø” to give me nightmares of being hunted down by rogue punctuation marks. Through all of this, I can not find this elusive dish anywhere except in the family cookbook that was put together and given to my wife at her bridal shower.
Normally, I would not really care, but in this case, this is a dish that seems to be tailor made for me. You see it’s a breakfast sausage wrapped (I assume to keep it warm on those cold Norwegian nights) in a thin steak. Then the whole thing is browned in a frying pan and smothered in a thick brown gravy. It’s a simple enough recipe, but one that I won’t reprint without my mother-in-law’s permission (so comment away if you want it). It is an incredible “comfort food” type of dish. It also freezes great. We usually have a few single-serving bags stashed away in the back of our freezer. The make an easy meal with some mashed potatoes and a green veg.
In summary, I don’t care if benesefula is an actual dish from some land beyond an unreachable fjord…. all I care about is the fact that it exists and that Mrs. Notafoodie knows how to make it.