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Norwegian photographer and author, living in the English countryside. You can preorder my cookbook on Amazon uk and USA. U.K. version linked 👇🏻
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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

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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

1 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

5 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

6 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

8 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

13 Days ago
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The other day my autumn coat was dusted off and worn over a summer dress with wellies. It's not actually that cold yet, but every now and then between showers, layers of clouds and bright sunny days, the temperature drops enough for the need of a warmer jacket. I picket up bread and cheese from the local deli @tisbury_deli , a bottle of red from @beckfordbottles before making my way home. Life is indeed about the little things, the small happinesses one can sprinkle generously on everyday like magical confetti. A mature chunk of cheese, a warm cup of tea, lunch with a friend, walks in the mist or a wee train ride to a nearby town. I find that this is all I want and need these days. Where can I take you today, he asks, let's just sit in a history filled tea house with thick stone walls and have a cup of tea I say, smiling coyly. He knows me well, smiles and packs a book before setting off. Who says women are hard to please..;) smalleverydayhappinesses itsinthelittlethings

14 Days ago
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Drizzle, humidity and a light cover of clouds. He's had the right idea all day, snuggled up in the wrinkled sheets while the bedroom fan is blowing a steady cool breeze. I did ask if he wanted to go for a walk around noon, but he just opened one eye, gave me a side glance and continued his Monday snooze with not as much as a proper reply. He's got a healthy dose of attitude that Mr Whiskey. I walked downstairs to my desk in the blue room, lit a few candles and pretended it was still Sunday too... mondaymorningblues mrwhiskeysnuggles

15 Days ago
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The hills are engulfed in a milky white veil. A few farmers have left their wheat fields un harvested much to Mr Whiskeys delight as he bobs about jumping around in the sea of golden wheat. A gentle warm breeze blow on the surrounding green trees. Down a field, across a lane and through a gate we make our way back home to the cottage where a kettle is whistling downstairs. It's just about time to curl up with a book. Perhaps I'll fill a small plate with a few biscuits, and since it's Sunday maybe I'll go for the ones dipped in chocolate. Life here in the countryside can feel like eons away from the world, but the quiet hum from the passing trains in the distance headed to London, whisper of the world beyond the shire, for me to explore, another day... sundays myenglishcountryside

16 Days ago
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A lot of freshly squeezed lemons, a few slices of ginger and honey from the local butcher, my favorite tea combo these days. I stayed by my desk the better part of the morning, tackling my to do list, popped a ripe gooseberry or two in my moth as a snack, and enjoyed the beautiful flowers from the lovely @therealflowerco . Summer is still here both inside the cottage and outside, but there's a slight change, if only a faint whisper of the next season to come. Not to be all doom and gloom, but as an autumn lover, my heart is skipping a beat by the very thought of it. Autumn with it's fog, winds, whirling leaves, endless pots of tea, crackling fireplaces, and wonky old pubs to warm up in. Speaking of pubs, my favorite local pub @thecompasses a 650 year old drinking den, with the most charming crackled flagstone floor, wonky fireplace and delicious food, is looking for a full time chef, or sous chef. If I had that title to my name I might have applied myself! The pub is located on the outskirts of my lovely little English village called Tisbury, tucked away between two shires. If you're looking for a change of scenery, and to work in one of the few old proper English pubs left, this job might just have your name on it. Email Theo @thecompassesinn.com for more information dreamjob myfavoritenglishpub

17 Days ago
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After a bit of a silence I mustered to work up enough courage to ask... Mum, you know the retreat I'm holding in Italy in September...well, I was wondering if you'd like to be our in house model for some of the shoots... All I heard was giggles on the other end. Me!? She said with a bubbly laughter in her voice. I just want it to be a real experience for our participants I explained, that they'll feel at home. Our incredible location @sextantio will provide the most wonderful home, but I need you to breathe a warm life into our photography scenes and give them all big warm hugs and laughter the way only you can... She went quiet...and you think I can do all that, she almost whispered into the phone. I know you can, and you already do, I replied, everywhere you go. We went all soppy with I love yous, before she simply said, book me a ticket Marie, I'm on the next plane. I smiled and quietly pointed out it wasn't until the first week of September. In this world of cool breezes and in the sea of the ever changing, she is the one I look towards for strength. She's calm in the eye of the storm, gives freely, and loves unconditionally. She reminds me to always look up. There's no ceiling she smiles, only in people's minds. So I keep looking up! Cannot wait to share her with our lovely participants for my next retreat. keeplookingup mymother

20 Days ago
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I dusted off my tweeds today, pulled on my wellies and went for a walk with Mr Whiskey as sweeping winds made my blond hair eagerly whip my face. It felt cooling and fresh. I returned home with pink cheeks and a birds nest of wild hair. It was indeed exactly what I needed on this Saturday. Adventures don't need to be any more than a wee wellie walk with Mr Whiskey down a new path or across an unfamiliar field. I squeal with delight as my Englishman makes an unexpected turn driving home from the movies, much to his amusement. It keeps my perspective fresh, I say, and smile from ear to ear as we pass cottages I haven't seen before, cross little rivers and see big oak trees line an alleyway, all new to me. He's very patient with me, my Englishman, as I eagerly ask if he could find a new way home for me. Every new impression makes me think new thoughts, changes my perspective and inspires new ideas. And from the smallest detour comes a new idea for a book, a workshop, a photograph, a new dish, a way of cooking, a letter I need to write or something personal I need to work on, it seeps into every aspect of my life. So this evening after having wandered down a new pathway in the wind, a book I found at a preloved bookshop months ago came to mind. "A taste of English wine" the title read, and I couldn't think of anything more appropriate to (drink) read on this Saturday evening... keepingitfresh englishwine

24 Days ago
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Yesterday, after the loveliest little birthday party for a family member, we dived into the closet in our casual wear and emerged all bow tie and black dress. I quickly put my hair up and he polished his shoes in mere minutes before we were back out again, this time to an evening in my previous neighbor's @hatchhousewiltshire Dutch garden for a night of ballet. The Covent Garden dance company @coventgardendance put on the most beautiful, and ever so moving production. The sun went down, the stars came out, and the ballet dancers kept dancing. Champagne bottles were popped and dinner was served during the three hour performance. It was indeed a magical ending to a gloriously fun weekend. See peeks from the night on my Instagram stories. hatchhouseballet myenglishcountryside hatchhouse visitwiltshire

29 Days ago
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Some days simply call for doughnuts drizzled in thick chocolate sauce. Thank heavens there was a bit of a breeze sweeping through our village today, and the kitchen cooled down just enough for me to turn on my trusted @lacanche_us . With my grandmother's doughnuts in one hand and my mother's thick and glossy chocolate sauce in the other, the two met in a beautiful edible mess on the kitchen counter, and I licked every finger clean between dipping and devouring each little crumb. Some days simply call for doughnuts, the kind that my grandmother made only every so often and kept in a tin box in her kitchen just in case anyone stopped by for coffee. Luckily no one stopped by my cottage today so I put my feet up, "accidentally" dropped Mr Whiskey a wee taste, and watched a matinee show of Keith Floyd's legendary cookery program on Italy before getting back to work. All in all a pretty good day... myenglishcountryside cottagecooking doughnuts

32 Days ago
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A few months ago the wonderfully talented and ever so lovely @lizbanfield came to do a two day private workshop with me here in the English countryside. (See her wedding work here @lizbanfieldwed ) We went on wee road trips, picnic in a field of sheep, visited some of my favorite eateries in the neighborhood, dined in old local pubs and set up photo shoots during the day. I had such a wonderful time shooting, getting to know and brainstorming with her. Every month I usually host one or two of these private workshops tailored to the clients needs within building a brand, marketing, photography, styling, cooking and figuring out the next move if you're feeling stuck in your work as a photographer. Every single one is unique and I love these private one on one workshops. This summer I've taken some needed time off to focus on learning and growing as an artist myself. This is all but a journey and the notion that one is simply never done, know it all or a true expert, fuels me with such inspiration and motivates me to continuously yearn to grow and push my work forward. For those of you wanting to book a one, two or three day private workshop this year, I'll be opening up for one in September, October and November, and as always for those of you wanting the Christmas special including markets and festivities in the area during the holiday season, please do email me at workshop @mmforsberg.com for more information and to be put on the list. workshop

38 Days ago
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The sun heated our attic bedroom before we even intended to emerge from the comfort of our duvet. Sunrise is after all just after 5am, which makes this season feel gloriously bright with endless days and short cool nights, but way to early for a night owl like me to greet the day. Last night we tumbled to bed after having made an evening of catching up with the loveliest friends over drinks as the very talented design couple behind @denmangould opened their 'Other place' exhibition in the ever charming town of Frome. On our doorstep upon returning to the cottage lay a package with little parcels. It felt like Christmas had come early as I eagerly and with very little restraint or elegance tore the beautiful blue wrapping like an overeager child. Beautiful linen dresses emerged, and I cannot wait to sport them around town as temperatures here in the English countryside is said to reach just on the shy side of 30 this weekend. Thank you @linenfox for you sweet little presents! onecanneverhaveenoughsummerdresses myenglishcountryside

39 Days ago
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I can hear him rummaging around in the kitchen cupboards downstairs searching perhaps for the right spice, pot or utensil. This April, as we walked the streets of Florence on our one day pit stop in the city, he turned and said endearingly, I'd like to cook for you more Marie... I smiled and gave his arm a squeeze of delight, I wasn't difficult to persuade. This afternoon, as the sun casts its last golden glow on the fields surrounding our little village here in England, he decided to fulfill the beginning of his promise, and I was under strict orders not to venture downstairs until told to. Curious by nature I opened the attic window and opened my nostrils wide to the cooking symphony of aromas wafting through the backyard and climbing up to the top of the cottage and in through my open window. It must be nearly the time to descend the stairs as I can hear him now searching through the cutlery drawer for the right kind of silverware. Chairs have been brought out to the garden, and I think I just heard him uncork the wine. If the saying about the way to a man's heart is through his belly is true, and the same applies for us women, I think I'm in big trouble... iloveamanthatcancook patientlywaitingforsupper

40 Days ago
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The rain came this afternoon and drizzled sought after drops on every plant in the garden. It was needed. I watched through the attic bedroom window, and opened it to let the accompanying cool breeze in. It swept through the cottage and left a mild perfume of summer and wet grass. These fleeting summer days have been savored, and I've walked slowly through the nearby rolling green hills, made simple fresh vegetable dishes with the loveliest organic produce (thank you dearest @ameliafreer ) I took a wee break from renovations and social media, and headed to the lovely @widbrook.grange just a mere stone throw away for a mid week getaway, and soaked up this beautiful place just outside of Bradford on Avon. Back at the cottage at night I've listened to the trains passing our little village in the distance, and felt grateful I didn't have an urge to be anywhere else but here and now. During the days I've walked slowly, written pages with plans for the cottage, my next cookbook, and what I'd like my next workshops and retreats to focus on. These quiet brainstorming days have been the very perfect escape from the everyday busyness of life. Do you find time for yourself and your thoughts in the busyness of your life? Are you able to disconnect even for just half an hour? How do you carve out time for yourself? I'd love to hear! mindfuldays slowness

42 Days ago
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I came home by train yesterday feeling all inspired. On the seat next to me lay a lovely bouquet of flowers reminding me of the wonderful day I had just had at the stunning @waitrose farm, Leckford country estate in Hampshire, where so much abundance of their produce is grown with love and attention to detail. After slowly making our way through their incredible water garden we lunched by the lake, and I soaked every bit of it up with great gusto. As that summer's day come to an end, I watched the Hampshire landscape bid adieu from my seat by the window on the train home, and was greeted by my beloved and familiar Wiltshire trees as it came to a halt at Tisbury station. I put the lovely bouquet of flowers from the farm on my desk and pulled out old cookery books for more inspiration. Thank you @waitrose for such a glorious and inspiring day. atsource ad

48 Days ago
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The clouds turned grey just as we'd hopped in the car after our wander in the woods with Mr Whiskey. Gentle drizzle nourished every plant in the village after weeks of sun and heat and tapped an ever so friendly melody on the car windows as we made our way to lunch. Just as the drizzle turned to rain, and the wind picked up @evakosmasflores and I popped in for lunch and tea at my favorite wonky pub in the neighborhood @thecompasses The dark and moody interior made us yearn for hearty food, and we both decided on pork belly on a bed of mashed potatoes and sautéed spinach with black pudding. Hearty, very English, and perfect for a day when it rains. It's such a treat that even if we live worlds apart and only know each other through social media, meeting someone off the grid is like meeting and old friend for the first time. I sent her off on the train with a warm embrace as she headed for road trip adventures in Scotland. I may have a love/hate relationship with social media, but it sure has a wonderful way of connecting likeminded souls... myenglishcountryside inn

59 Days ago