Dinner in Norway is referred to as middag or middagsmat. Meaning "mid-day" or "mid-days' food". Traditionally eaten between 12 and 2. Breakfast is at 5-7, lunch at 9-11, dinner at 12-2, and then some people will have an evening meal (kveldsmat) at 7-8.
That makes sense, due to lack of daylight you have to eat "dinner" while you can still see it.
Norway = Acceptable to eat "dinner" at lunch time.
UK = No way acceptable
So: should the lasagne come in its own bowl or should it run free on the plate?
Important question, folks.
I bet it isn't.
There's no lack of daylight in spring/summer. Winter is a different matter. Anyway, the reason these are the traditional hours is to do with the agrarian life of yore; you'd get up to tend the animals at dawn or before, and by noon you'd already have been up for half a day. These days most people probably have dinner between 3-6, depending on their working hours. But kids often still have dinner right after school, usually between 2 and 3.
Norway = Acceptable to eat "dinner" at lunch time in the Winter months
It is actually. And there's no weird bits of hormone-pumped animal matter inside.
I bet it isn't.
It is actually. And there's no weird bits of hormone-pumped animal matter inside.
Didn't look at the label. Tasted nice though.Does it have proper cheese?
Didn't look at the label. Tasted nice though.
It's got a lot better over the years.I used to eat quorn quite a bit about 15 years ago when I had a veggie girlfriend. Was mostly alright, tbf.
Just a fungus that was found in discarded tanks round the back of an ICI factoryIt is actually. And there's no weird bits of hormone-pumped animal matter inside.
A good lasagne shouldn't run anywhere imvho.So: should the lasagne come in its own bowl or should it run free on the plate?
Important question, folks.
Lovingly handmade, in small quantities?<snip>By which I mean the sauce should've reduced into something thick and very sticky.
No, it's that white fungus that grows under turf.Just a fungus that was found in discarded tanks round the back of an ICI factory
By the way, if this gets to 10 pages without a further relevant mention of lasagne in Brixton, you all owe me a pint.