The Storting election is over. Everyone has got something to resent and something to enjoy. Some rejoice more than others, some lick their wounds and still others succeed more or less in hiding the joy of injury. It’s as it should be.
The Portuguese author José Maria de Eça de Quieroz is said to have said that “politicians and diapers have one thing in common, both should be changed regularly and for the same reason.” Eight years is a long time, the idea is being used up, voters are going and I must be honest, it’s good that our ombudsmen and women know that they can be fired, just like the rest of us.
German Chancellor Otto von Bismarck must have said that it is something you do not want to know how you can become, one is politics and the other is sausages. Since it has been quite a bit political in surveillance lately, I can see this Wednesday pihlsen, number 200 in the bill of Wednesday pihlser since the beginning of 2013, for sausages.
The world record in sausage eating is supposed to hold a guy named Joey Chestnut, who in 2009 had 75 sausages stuffed in less than 10 minutes, or 8 seconds on each sausage. There is no need to be impressed with the performance, it is a shame. Eating competitions are a mockery of people who are starving and for whom we should stay too good, even though sausages cannot be sent to countries where people are in need. It’s not about that, it’s simply about civilized behavior.
Wiener sausage is called Frankfurter in Vienna because it was supposedly invented by a butcher and sausage maker in Frankfurt am Main in Germany. According to legend, he moved to Vienna, and that is how the word Viennese sausage originated, it is said. It must also be as he invented to dye the sausage skin red and which makes us Norwegians necessary to eat red sausages when we come to Copenhagen.
In the beginning, you can just see servers at large and important events that can be used by a king. The first serving is said to have taken place during the coronation of Maximillian II, emperor of the German-Roman Empire from 1564 to 1576. The fun fact about sausages I have the greatest sense of is that sausages were the first meal that could be eaten on the moon . Niel Alden Armstrong and Edwin «Buzz» Aldrin had this for dinner, but I could not say anything about ketchup, mustard or loaves. That’s the story. We also do not know what Emperor Maximillian has got accessories, but it would not be a surprise to me if it was Sauerkraut.
And since pockets are mentioned, it must be allowed to point to the used poverty before the food route that the grocery chains in Norway have inflicted on us. If we go back to the 80’s, pockets and the eastern country were phenomenal, and otherwise quite unknown. I have a brother in Bergen, and every time we can visit, we can have a lot of pockets so that there could be a party between the seven mountains.
Friends and neighbors flocked, for sausage in the pocket was exotic. Naturally, the grocery industry discovered that pockets were popular, and so the whole of Norway got pockets and thus the differences between the regions became even smaller. Friends and neighbors therefore stopped stimulating together around the pocket packages as they could buy their own whenever they wanted, and the only ones who enjoyed the misery were the colonial generals. As for food, it soon does not matter if you are in Tromsø, Bergen or Brekkestø. Even in Østfold, you can buy pineapple soda from Oskar Sylte, so Northwest Norway has lost a tourist attraction.
In Bergen, by the way, they do not eat sausages, men «hot dogs». It is an expression that originates from England, because some people must have once suspected that the sausages could contain dog meat, and possibly rhyme «hot» with «dog». Maybe it’s because the people of Bergen have been able to travel to England on a Harry trip? Which reminds me of a few stanzas from a Trøndelag revue song: “A dog went in to the butcher, but it did not come out again” and “And let me not forget that, my aunt she has had a cat.” Sure, we can laugh, but it’s good to not know what, but still. In Iceland, they eat hot sausages, and like to have mustard and ketchup at the bottom of the bread and sausage on top.
In the sixties you bought raw sausages in the shop, they were pale, almost white and just the sight of them made most people lose their appetite, even us with experience from blood club, liver and whale beef. They gave you the same feeling that brown snails give you today. And it was probably only housewives with experience from the cooking profession who knew how to treat them.
I was a scout in the late sixties, and on one of the cabin trips, sausages were on the menu Saturday night. Everyone had to bring their own sausages while the squad kept pockets, ketchup and mustard. Everyone, as close as one, brought Viennese sausages, but the system brought pictures pale white, disgusting, uncooked sausages. The sausages were thrown into a huge communal kettle, and when dinner was over, the whites floated alone and left again in the sausage water. No one wanted them, and at least he could not have had them with him. He had wisely taken care of others.
It was quite different with the sausage kiosk in Lille Grensen, which in the same sixties was probably the city’s best sausage kiosk. It was inside the doorway about halfway to the east. It happened we took the tram to town, solely to buy sausage there. But one day something happened like the revolutionary sausage eating in Oslo, the kiosk could last up with shrimp salad as an accompaniment, everything served in bread and with lompe as a thank you, so-called «special». The rumors reached us quite quickly and the purchase went all the way down to the grand corner. I still remember the order: «1 special with ketchup, mustard, raw onion, relish and shrimp salad». Then Maemo can get as many stars as it wants, but the dining experience can not keep up with the sausage kiosk in Lille Grensen.
Copenhagen is the capital of the sausage cart, although it later arrived there in both Norway and Sweden. It was a Charles Svendsen Stevns who in 1910 tried to get permission to choose hot dogs with rolls on the street in the Danish capital, but the application was revealed by the police. This despite the fact that the best Stevns could point to success with as many as seven sausage carts in Kristiania.
Stevns was also, or perhaps first and foremost, a musician and conductor. He has several times at royal events, such as when there was a ball at the castle or when Empress Alexandra Feodorovna Romanova of Russia visited Denmark. Also in Norway he can play for our royals, Oscar II and his court.
But it was first and foremost Stevns’ sausage carts that he was interested in. And when in 1918 he sought ends and times, he wants it, even though it was almost three years before the decision was made. On Tuesday 18 January 1921, the sale of sausages on the open street in Copenhagen started. It was such a big event that Ekstrabladet found room for it on the front page: 6 sausage carts lined up in a row in honor of the photographer. Politiken and Berlingske also gave the news significant coverage, while BT could not see that it would be an advantage for a far more exciting and sensational news: There had been absolutely certain evidence that humans lived on the planet Mars.
In Denmark, it was not until the 1960s that it was considered good behavior for decent girls to stay by a sausage cart – it was indecent for an honorable woman to put a long, red sausage in her mouth in a public place, it was thought. Who would think that about Denmark?
So, to return to politics: So some parties ended up below the threshold, but that’s not so accurate – there are plenty of them on the upper side. In that sense, the dump candidates for a sausage at the time of slaughter were to be reckoned with.
Reconstructed Image of a Special; sausage in bread with ketchup, mustard, raw onion, shrimp salad and relish. The pocket should be on top, to prevent the whole thing from exploding.
More than one-fifth of us voted for the Sofa Party, which could thus become the largest party.