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I feel spoiled at work! The super tasty grilled halibut with spring onions, olives and rizoni in creamy mussels sauce is almost gone. Time to get back to work;) #mmforsbergosloguide

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User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 19, 2017 3:12 PM (UTC)
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I woke up early, head spinning with ideas, and our little girl kicking up a storm. The bump was a boxing ball, I woke @theo_maxfield up to witness her vigorous morning exercise. She’s going to be a strong willed girl, he said with a smile, and I nodded, quite content and happy. Then he fell back asleep and so did our little girl. Mr Whiskey had heard our giggles and came lurking up the stairs to our bedroom to see if it was as time for some morning snuggles. I was wide awake filled with thoughts, so I whispered for him to come over and snuck him in under the blanket. He curled up like a doughnut resting his head on the bump that was now peacefully quiet. My darling friend, nutritional therapist and author @ameliafreer gave me a book a few weeks ago that had been on my mind. Confessing that I hadn’t bought or read a single book on babies, she gave me a book she’d read before her darling girl arrived, on the ritual of rest and rejuvenation after the baby was born. The book is called “The first forty days” by Heng Ou, and describes the ancient rituals of taking care of the new mother with nourishing and warming foods in addition to rest and care by women in the family. The author describes all these traditions around those forty days after a woman gives birth and draws up a how-to for the modern day mother and her support network. As I read through chapter after chapter on resting rather than “bouncing back, connecting with your little one, this new chapter and allowing our bodies to heal, I though of my own mother and the fact that I’d never even asked about what comes after. As the bump has grown, I’ve asked about stretch marks, cravings and giving birth, but never what happens on the other side. I can’t wait to sit down and ask her of what her first weeks and months were like as a mother, and I simply cannot wait to have her come stay with us when our little baby girl arrives in February. She’s never read or heard about the book, and I don’t think my grandmother came to stay when she first gave birth, but she asked ever so gently if I’d give her the honor of caring for me and our little girl the first few weeks of her new life, and I said yes, with all my heart.
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 18, 2017 3:36 PM (UTC)
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As my train slowed, approaching my wee village, I caught a glimpse my Englishman patiently waiting leaning up against an old wooden post. After a long day working on a shoot in London he was a welcoming sight. Little did I know when he turned the key to our cottage, he’d already lit the candles, stoked the fire and prepared dinner. Turn to page 228 in your cookbook he urged, and there I found the menu for dinner that evening. Baked partridge with figs and olives with butter baked small autumn potatoes. I smiled as he with skillful movements served me a whole bird and scooped up the thick sauce at the bottom of the pan. The sweetness of the baked figs agains the saltines of the warm green olives nestled in that warm broth played with our tastebuds. The pancetta tightly wrapped around each bird had crisped up and almost melted. It felt decadent, rich and ever so appropriate for a cold autumn day. I can’t believe you made this for me, I said way more emotional than I had intended. This one’s for you, he replied, as he raised his glass and we toasted the cookbook and exciting adventures ahead... Would love to hear what you’ve made from the book and what’s your favorite! @theo_maxfield #thecottagekitchencookbook #ilovethisman #feelingspoiled
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 16, 2017 3:08 PM (UTC)
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Engulfed in fog our little village and the next one over were draped in a mystical white veil this morning. It’s possibly the most enchanting weather, and I treasured every magical moment of it. A couple of nights ago we had the loveliest dinner @thebeckfordarms rounding off my one day private workshop with @christinejuette and her husband. The fog had lifted by the time we met for tea and biscuits to begin our day together, and the still mostly green rolling landscape was unveiled. With our sweet tooth’s soothed and warm bellies of tea we ventured into the woods for a photo wander with Mr Whiskey talking camera and lens use, F stops and iso. I must admit that I’ve truly fallen in love with these privet one on one workshops where I get to work closely with fellow creatives in honing in on their skills and passions, strategically mapping out how to achieve their goals and reach their dreams. It’s ever so rewarding to be allowed to be a wee part if someone else’s creative journey. Before heading to dinner after our photo and styling session in an old Tudor tea house we went over final thoughts on editing in Lightroom over a glass of wine, read Orangina for me, at my local @beckfordbottles It truly is incredible to be allowed in on someone’s dream, if only for a day or three. Thank you @christinejuette I can’t wait to see where your journey takes you and your husband. #mmforsbergworkshop #visitdorset #goldhill
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 15, 2017 3:09 PM (UTC)
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As snow descended like light feathers on our home in Norway during childhood winters, I knew it wasn’t long until we’d begin decorating for Christmas. The most magical season of the year. This week I celebrated the earliest sings of this wonderful season with a proper Christmas gathering with @waitrose Outside temperatures had dropped yet inside the coziest old pub, candles were lit and the fireplace was roaring. Secret Santa’s had filled our stockings and every now and then the most warming aromas from the kitchen would waft through the pub. Turkey, ham, and blushing venison was on the menu with all the trimmings and sides a hungry belly could ask for. We sat down like a big family and tucked in with great gusto, just like Christmas at home where I grew up. Delicious hearty food is always the highlight during Christmas, but in the end no matter what is being served it’s the people you celebrate with that makes it memorable. As we toasted with gingerbread martinis,( I gave mine to a lucky friend;) and passed roast potatoes and gravy around, it made me ever so excited for the season to come and for the lovely family and friends in my life that we’ll celebrate with. ( and for the little presents under the tree;) From now until Christmas @waitrose are going to be hosting competitions across their social channels giving you a chance to win lovely treats so do make sure you keep and eye on their social media channels. #ChristmasTogether #ad
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 13, 2017 12:35 PM (UTC)
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Inside my wee cottage I’ve been brewing fresh ginger tea with the loveliest honey from my sister’s bees in Norway. It’s comforting, sweet and ever so fresh. I used to treasure my traditional English breakfast tea, but these days I’m craving ginger with its fiery and warming flavors. Sipping tea and eating biscuits while signing cookbooks for all the lovely recipe testers that helped try out my recipes along the way. One special book is going all the way to Australia to my lovely assists that worked for me during the year I wrote the book @abbie_melle . During her last days in England the weather changed and the temperatures dropped, inviting a misty veil to descend on the green landscape surrounding my cottage. Summer became autumn and our journey together was coming to a close. As Mr Whiskey and I drove her to the train station we passed this very spot, where just a few days earlier we’d wandered engulfed in afternoon mist amongst the sheep, savoring every minute. People may come and go in our lives, but luckily the lovely memories remain. A big heartfelt thank you to everyone that helped make my cookbook become a reality, you’re too many to mention here, but you know who you are, and when you read your name at the back of my book, I hope you feel my gratitude and love. #thecottagekitchencookbook #ittakesavillage #visitwiltshire
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 12, 2017 4:28 PM (UTC)
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With arctic winds blowing outside, the cottage feels warm and snug with the fireplace glowing in the distance and warm Norwegian waffles from my cookbook being produced in the kitchen. With homemade strawberry and rose jam, also a recipe found in my book, and a dash of sour cream, each waffle heart hits just right spot. May I try a piece, Mr Whiskey asks politely. It’s too sweet for you I try, but he insists. So I give him one warm heart and a kiss on the forehead before he returns to his basket with his treat. Sunday’s were made for these little breaks in front of the fire, with Billie Holiday on the radio, and my Englishman gently massaging my feet... #perksofbeingpregnant #norwegianwaffles #thecottagekitchencookbook #norwegianfood
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 5, 2017 2:32 PM (UTC)
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On the early morning train to London last week, I ordered my usual decaf tea with milk and watched the day arrive. Slowly the passing English countryside began basking in light as the sun emerged over the horizon. I scribbled down ideas for today’s photo shoot in my notebook and sipped warm tea. A few years ago I met a young girl with gumption. She was full of energy, a hard worker and interested in food, perhaps growing up on a farm had something to do with it. Her passion for food, preparing delicious dishes from great ingredients became her field and soon she began working @thedorchester in London. I watched from a distance and admired her dedication. This autumn just shy of 21 years she launched, with her partner Louie, @countrycitycatering combining their knowledge and passion for excellent food made from quality produce. We shot for two days trying to capture their food vision and story. I felt like a proud “aunt” as we finished our last shoot day for their website launching shortly. It’s always risky to start a new business, to dare to leap when you have a dream you believe in, and I couldn’t be proud of them both. Leading up to Christmas in addition to their private catering events, they are hosting a few supper clubs in London and their next is on the 1st of December at 7pm. If mulled wine cured salmon, ginger bread bellinis, and spiced pumpkin and ricotta tarts sound like you thing then you know where you’ll eat on the 1st! Contact @countrycitycatering for more info and to purchase you ticket. Congratulations Kate and Louie, I’m ever so proud of you both! #shamelesslygushing #soproud #countrycitycatering
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Nov 4, 2017 4:06 PM (UTC)
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There’s still a warmth in the air, and mild autumn winds make the transition from one season to another most agreeable. Every morning Mr Whiskey and I go for a long walk. I waddle behind him with heavier steps each day, in need of this daily exercise too. I’ve lived in my dresses from the lovely @linenfox all summer long, and I’m literally just beginning to don trousers, tweed jackets and wellies. First off, thank you all so much for your lovely comments on my previous post. I was perhaps a bit naive about how much we as women and our bodies go through and change during a pregnancy. Our circumstances, bodies and journeys may be different, but I think we all perhaps touch up against feeling a bit lost at times during this developing new chapter of becoming mothers, at least I did. As mentioned my first three months, where I spent most days by myself in bed, felling sick with every move smell and the thought of food made my mind wander to places of unhappiness and feeling I’d lost my life. Of course it’s a fleeting time, but amidst it all it can feel quite overwhelming. Who was I now and what would my life be like? Would my role as a mother define me completely or would I still have a name? As time passed and the first trimester ended, my super power sense of smell calmed, I regained energy and my appetite for food returned, thank heavens. With it, my mind cleared as I again went for long walks with Mr Whiskey and began adjusting. I treasure my freedom, and during those first months I felt my wings had been clipped, however as my second trimester began it changed the way I looked at life. With newfound energy I returned to my life, the things I love, the people I love, but perhaps most of all, I began regaining control over myself and my thoughts. I choose what I will allow to define me, and the kind of life I want to lead, but amidst it all perhaps I’d forgotten. I choose who I want to be as a mother, as a friend as someone’s other and as an individual. Loosing myself for a while was perhaps the very best reminder of never giving someone else, circumstances or my own thoughts control over me or my journey. #becomingamothermusings
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 30, 2017 4:31 PM (UTC)
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There was frost on the ground this morning. It caught me completely off guard as we ran to the car to catch the train for a shoot. My Englishman promised he’d take Mr Whiskey for a good long morning walk as he dropped me off. Before Mr Whiskey, I wasn’t really a pet person, and didn’t really understand the emotional ties one could bind with a four legged furry creature that didn’t speak. Now, I can hardly imagine life without him. He’s perhaps not the most emotionally fine tuned man, but he definitely has his moments. During my pregnancy, that up until a couple of months ago was for me rather challenging, he’s been the best friend a girl could wish for.I’ve been nauseous pretty much 24/7, and why on earth they call it “morning sickness” is beyond me. I’ve never been so fatigued nor felt so lost and lonely, even if my Englishman was there to comfort and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. As I lay there all summer long in our attic bedroom, feeling sick from every smell, movement and the thought of food, he’d run to the bathroom with me and sit up straight like a soldier next to me propping my wilted body up. He even lent his strong back to me when I couldn’t hold my own body up, putting his snout under my chin and lifting my head up as I collapsed on the bathroom floor. He was the perfect gentleman, not overwhelming just making sure he was always there when I needed him. This morning as I ran around the cottage getting ready, he snuggled up in my crisp white bed linen, nesting himself in between pillows and my duvet. When I passed to pick up my jacket and scarf before heading out the door, he simply opened one eye ever so slightly to glance over before falling back asleep. So I let him stay, all warm and snuggled up. This is for being there for me all summer long, I whispered in his ears and gently kissed him on the forehead... #dogsareawomansbestfriend #whiskeyandmoi
New workshop: Our Christmas special! Garden delight, bright green and summerly fresh. His cocktails are always a surprise, fresh, full of flavor and exciting. We began combining our passions a few workshops back. In Italy he hosted evening cocktail session amongst the ancient cave walls and on the terrace facing the sun setting on the surrounding hills. Here in England he prepares his drinks especially for many of my workshops incorporating seasonal produce and local drinks. We’ve long been in love with the creaminess of milk whey based @blackcowvodka and the lovely herbaceous gin produced by @conkerspirit who also just came out with the most delicious coffee liqueur made from properly brewed coffee. We absolutely adore anything made by our friends @organicliqueurs and use their Sloe gin more often than not. It’s such a treat to work alongside my Englishman for most of my workshops, supporting each other in doing what we love. Next up is our one day Christmas special photography, styling and cocktail workshop. It will smell and taste heavenly as different warm festive drinks will slowly simmer away on the stove while we photograph and style. We’ll sit down for a longer warm lunch with traditional Christmas recipes from my new cookbook ‘The Cottage Kitchen’ all candle lit around a crackling fireplace in a wonky Tudor house. During this one day Christmas special photography and styling workshop, we’ll create our own little recipe book to take home. We launch next week, so if you want to reserve your spot for December the 9th, do drop us an email. For those of you who want to sign up there’s an option of adding on joining us for an evening concert at Salisbury cathedral for Handel’s Messiah before either staying the night or taking the evening train back up to London just to get you in a proper Christmas mood. This is a small workshop with limited space. Can’t wait to light the fireplace and start cooking for this one! #mmforsbergworkshop #christmasspecial (Not an ad for the spirits mentioned above, simply love using their products and to support local brands)
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 27, 2017 1:38 PM (UTC)
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Once or twice a month I open up for private workshops. One on one bespoke workshops that’s tailored to the participant’s needs and wants. It’s always such a uniq experience and even if I’m sure we both sleep like rocks after our one, or three days together, I always pack down my props on the last day feeling energized by all I have learned. It’s ever so rewarding to share what I’ve learned on my journey, and hopefully assist someone else with making their dream a reality. After all, we’re all in this together, and helping each other reach our goals and dreams by sharing what we know, instead of pressing our secret cards close to our chests, inspires me and helps me continue to grow and stretch upwards. Since I’ll be taking a wee break from workshops as our little baby girl arrives early next year, I’m opening up one more spot for a private one or three day workshop in November, and one in December. Pop over to my website under retreats to register for your spot or email us at for more information. #mmforsbergworkshop
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 26, 2017 2:39 PM (UTC)
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Shaftesbury is the next town over from my cottage and it’s where I first settled when moving to England. This charming old Saxon town nestled like a crown on top of a hill has its very own micro climate. With stunning views of Blackmore Vale below, it allows the eye to wander the rolling green hills in the distance that on a good day stretches the view to almost reach the ocean. However, this time of the year the weather is more likely to bring mystical fog and moody cloudy days than blue skies and sun, and I love it! After my recent two day private workshop with the lovely @marivicdivina we strolled through town headed to the infamous ‘Gold Hill’ to catch a peak at the dying sky, right before the day dresses itself in its nighttime cloak. Engulfed in autumnal fog and mystery I blew it a kiss. My favorite season is finally here. #mmforsbergworkshop #goldhill #visitdorset
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 25, 2017 12:29 PM (UTC)
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And then, just like that, the mailman knocked on the door and delivered a parcel from overseas. The sun had cleared the sky of yesterday’s heavy autumnal fog, and we hurried upstairs to begin unwrapping. It’s me, he exclaimed as he sniffed his way underneath the wrapping, slowly unveiling his portrait. I’m so in love with how the wonderfully talented painter @d.williamsartist has captured Mr Whiskey’s character and gaze in her portrait of him. The dog himself is proudly parading around the house with an extra strut in his step, and I’m stuck with the task of not letting the fact that he’s adorable get to his head. Thank you @d.williamsartist for sharing your fantastic work with me, and to all of you for sending tips in regards to illustrators for my new book. I’m slowly working my way through the long list, wishing I had more artistic talent with a pen or a paint brush. This world is filled to the brim with such incredible talent, and it makes me feel ever so grateful to walk the earth at this time, surrounded by you and motivated by you to strive to be the very best self I can be. Sometimes I get caught up in the business side of things, the commercial world we live in that points towards what is strategic next move for our career, product, or brand. I’m certainly not immune to the fact that I too, even if I'm perfectly nestled up here in the beautiful English countryside, need to pay my bills. But as I’m growing older, growing into my own, and learning to listen to that inner voice, I’m trying to fill my life with meaning, valuable moments, meaningful work and meaningful relationships, and focusing less on strategic career moves. This book about Mr Whiskey is just that, a meaningful project on a personal level, and in the end those projects, relationships, moments and journeys will help us find happiness and purpose in a way that money never can. So let’s dream and do and reach for the stars. Later today I will return to my desk and attack the long to-do-list, but right now, Mr Whiskey and I will head out to the rolling green hills outside the cottage while the autumn sun licks our face and the warm wind gently rattles the treetops. #livemoremeaningful
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 18, 2017 2:44 PM (UTC)
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Illustrator needed!
I miss this guy so much while visiting my home country of Norway! Our daily wanders, conversations and snuggles. Mr Whiskey is quite the character. A cheeky monkey for sure but a true English gentleman at heart. I used to tell stories about him here on Instagram under #mrwhiskeystories and even if our conversations haven’t stopped, somehow life took over and his stories got filed elsewhere. However now as the bump grows, and our little girl is beginning to kick and make it known she’s here and ready to become a part of our little family, I find myself wanting to write his stories down. His mischievous adventures and deep thoughts. My father always told me bedtime stories of a boy with a dog with eagle wings that would carry him off into the mountain kingdom of the trolls. I want to pass on the tradition of telling stories to my little daughter, perhaps under the name of “The Adventures of Mr Whiskey” So I’ve began writing these stories down already over the past years, even before I’d even began thinking of one day giving birth to a little girl. I’ve spoken to Mr Whiskey about allowing me to tell his stories and to perhaps gather them all in a beautiful little book for children. He’s so far agreed to play the leading part, however we’re looking for the perfect illustrator to work with us in bringing his story to life! So we’re reaching out to you to see if you have any suggestions of wonderful illustrators with a magic pen. Please tag them in a comment below if you know of any that could be willing to work with us. And thank you again everyone for your incredibly generous support in the launch of my first cookbook! I’m over the moon! #mrwhiskeystories #thecottagekitchencookbook #whiskeyandmoi
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 17, 2017 6:06 PM (UTC)
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Today is the day, and I couldn’t be more excited as I celebrate the launch of my cookbook “The Cottage Kitchen” in Norway with my family. If you’ve pre ordered my book it should come in the mail today or in the next few days. I wish I could send a thank you note to every single one of you that has so generously supported me through this journey, because without you I may not have made this book.
A friend popped by as I made the orange clove chicken with pears and butternut squash to go in the oven for the launch party dinner. While I chopped colorful vegetables and pierced the chicken with cloves she turned and said; It’s bold that you’ve shared such a personal journey in your book, it’s quite raw. I gave her comment a thought and replied that I’m not sure I could’ve done anything else. At the end of the day the only one we can be is ourselves, and in the book I wanted to share both my food journey and my personal journey with you. Standing raw and perhaps alone at crossroads, re-discovering who we are and finding our way home, even if that home may be within and not s destination. I wanted the best ok to be human, to share something real and honest through stories, recipes and images, and I can’t wait to hear what you think. Please tag me in both text and image if you post about it here on Instagram so I can pop over and read your thoughts. I have quite a few pop up events planned the next few months in regards to the launch of my book, and I’ll soon reveal the first location so stay tuned. But before I let you go, can I just say thank you again and leave you all with a grateful hug as I return to my launch party to blow out the candles on my ginger spiced pear tarte tatin. #thecottagekitchencookbook #launchparty #cantwaittohearwhatyouthink
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 15, 2017 1:39 PM (UTC)
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Almost two years ago I made a decision to change the way I work and conduct my life. I wanted to spend more time with my closest family and friends. I wanted to spend more time with my dog, in my garden, go for walks, read books and in general nurture meaningful relationships with people I love and admire. To be more selective of how I spent my time, and with whom I spent it. One step in that direction was rearranging my workshops, adding more warmth, authenticity, and a sense of home amidst all the teaching, learning and sharing. As soon as the thoughts above had entered my mind, my mother came to mind. She has always been home, representing what's authentic, warm, strong and beautiful in this world, and anyone that comes in contact with her cannot help but feel her generous warmth as she hugs them welcome. Without any hesitation I called and told her my plan to include her in my workshops both at home here in England and abroad. She smiled and asked with a light laughter in her voice, "Are you sure Marte?" Yes, I replied without any hesitation. Like any relationship it takes time to work out how to best collaborate, how to bring out the best in each other, and how to read each other's signs when we simply need to be alone to rest. It has been one of the very best decisions I've ever made, and I'm so glad the thought entered my mind of making these changes to the way I work and live. Not only do we get to spend wonderfully rewarding time together as mother and daughter, but I have a sneaking suspicion our workshop participants love her presence and beautiful contributions as much as I do... #makinglifechanges #motheranddaughter #mmforsbergworkshop
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 14, 2017 2:02 PM (UTC)
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I always ask him if he could picture himself living in whatever place we travel to. Paris was no exception. He gazed upwards towards the rooftop apartments with big windows overlooking the city and beyond. I followed his gaze, wanting to read his face before he delivered his thoughtful reply. If we lived up there, he said raising his arm pointing towards the sky and the elegant apartments at the top. I nodded and smiled. Arm in arm we strolled content and happy through the city’s many boulevards and narrow side streets. I pictured our life in the city as we walked, placing in my mind my cookbook in the window of every bookshop we passed. According to a quote I recently read, Albert Einstein once said: "Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution." I quoted it to my Englishman as we passed the pictured bookshop and he smiled. The rest of the day as we visited museums, galleries, favorite shops and cafes, we imagined our life together, and envisioned our dreams and goals, taking the very first step towards making them a reality... #dreamingupourfuture #imagintioniseverything #paris Disclaimer: We’re not moving to Paris anytime soon;)
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 9, 2017 3:57 PM (UTC)
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This is all I need on a Monday morning. Misty green landscape, and this little guy slurping away from a wee muddy puddle. It's all as it should be this morning, and I couldn't think of any other place I'd rather be...
#backhomeinthecounyryside #visitwiltshire
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 8, 2017 5:08 PM (UTC)
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Right before the evening sky descended on Paris like thick black smoke on our first evening, we strolled around the neighborhood that would serve as our home for the next few days. Majestic Sacre coeur winked at us from nearly every crossing street we passed, and before we knew it we were back at the very same view we marveled at last year. Sacre coeur wedged in between two classic Parisian apartment buildings. With little to no agenda for the next few days, we just strolled and ate our way through Paris many charming neighborhoods. We brunches and lunched at the ever charming @buvetteparis , however our favorite area, and the part of this city where we feel most at home, is Marais. It feels alive and vibrant, full of history, quaint bars, cafes and bistros, and filled to the brim with alluring boutiques that tempts at every turn. Like the Bermuda Triangle we seem to get stuck between bar 'Au petit fer a cheval', 'Hortance' and 'Les Philosophes' We're a total cliche as we order onions soup, a carafe of red wine with sides of snails, cheese, and foie gras. And then when our bellies yearn for that rustic-cooked-over-open-fire dinner in the quaintest of quaint Parisian eateries, we walk two streets down and duck in to 'Robert et Loise' where we emerge hours later with full bellies and happy smiles. Paris is whatever you want it to be, and we usually want it to be, old school... you won't find me searching out the newest trendiest eateries, I'm a simple girl with an appetite for a good steak cooked over open fire, a lovely vintage of red wine with darker notes, a well made and traditional onion soup, and plentiful of thin toasts with foie gras and a gentle sprinkle of salt. In Paris I'm ever so predictable, and thank heavens @theo_maxfield is the same... #paris #anniversarytrip
User Image marte_marie_forsberg Posted: Oct 4, 2017 12:33 PM (UTC)
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Before we could say 'Bonjour France' we'd unpacked our wee train picnic. It didn't look as elegant as this scene I style for the workshop I did with the lovely @thecooksatelier last autumn, but it definitely hit the spot. It's a total cliche, but I'm already dreaming about my first crepes with Nutella, and steaming hot French onion soup served in a small Parisian hole in the wall. We have our favorite jaunts to return to and a few new ones to explore. We don't like to plan too much. Meandering along the river and weaving and in and out of narrow streets, Cafes and galleries is our thing. I'd like to think that this is our first family trip of sorts, and that our little girl, (yes it's a girl!) is joining us, although she can't take in much of the vista yet. I can't wait to introduce her to the world! I recently listened to an interview with the brilliant late @oscardelarenta who spoke of his work as a fashion designer. Towards the end he mentioned his son, saying; 'The only aspiration I have for him is that he will become a good hearted man, which he is.' In this world of cheering our boys, and perhaps even more so our little girls on, I hear encouraging words of helping them build their strength, their independence, helping them understand and believe that they can do anything, achieve anything, to dream big and reach for the stars. I hope that with the help of our friends and family we'll be able to raise our little girl to believe all the above, but most of all, I hope she'll be a good hearted girl full of empathy. And that instead of breaking it, she blows kisses to the glass ceiling, as she passes it on her way reaching for her dreams.... #mamatobe