It must be (very) hard for foreigners to understand Iceland and Icelanders.
Like this comment from our beloved prime minister last week: “Also, no less important, is that we be free from all sorts of infections that are sadly all too common in many places, and are not only harmful to animals but can also be very harmful to people ... there is for example a protozoan that causes people’s behavior to change. If people for instance eat meat abroad that is not properly cooked, they risk ingesting this protozoan and it can lead to changes in behavioral patterns, and people have even wondered if this could be changing the behavior of whole nations.”
At the same time, it was reported that there were 2,000 kilograms of unsold lamb from last year.
According to Fréttablaðið, the reason was the record rain in July being not good for barbecuing because it is Icelanders putting the lamb on the grill and not foreign tourists. They’re eating very little lamb.
They order fish of the day, or burgers made from German cows.
Not our free-range mountain lamb.
One of the strangest myths from my childhood was that no food in the world tasted better than the Icelandic lamb.
And it was a common myth; we all believed this myth.
And no butter come close to the Icelandic. The water was purer, the herring fatter, the pig healthier.
My all-time greatest cultural shock was when, as a young man, I tasted lamb in the Middle East for the first time.
Even better than ours.
My world crumbled.
I stopped believing in the greatness of all things Icelandic.
Except in our Greatest Leader, the loveable current Prime Minister of the Republic of Iceland, Sigmundur Davíð Gunnlaugsson.
Páll Stefánsson - email@example.com