Today, as I was walking back to my room, I noticed a campfire behind the main building with people crowded around it. My curiosity was invoked, so I went to see what they were doing. They were making bread. I had never before seen anyone make bread like this, so I decided to stay and watch. Much like making marshmellows, they take the bread dough and put it on a stick. They then put the dough over the fire until it gets a black crust. It was rather windy this afternoon, so the smoke was blowing everywhere. Everyone was having fun. They asked if we did this in America, and I replied “No, no we don’t.” I tried some of the bread, however, and wish we did make it in America. It was sweet and gooey, yet solid. It was some of the best bread I have ever had. They always say that Norwegians eat a lot of bread, and at least the bread is good.
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