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...desolate fields near Lammefjorden outside Copenhagen, at first I don't see much to eat. But Soren Wiuff, a vegetable farmer, is digging up crosnes, tiny curlicue-shaped, artichoke-flavored roots, with his bare hands. A Danish TV crew is taking close-ups of my shoes punching through the frozen mud crust. It's hard to say which they find more entertaining: the idea that someone would visit a root-vegetable farm in Prada heels or that anyone would travel to the Nordic region in search of haute cuisine...
...land itself. When I see heirloom curly sheep cropping the grass under the snow on Niels Stokholm's biodynamic dairy farm a short drive from Copenhagen, I suddenly understand that I am looking at last night's dessert, a minimalist "cannelloni" of frothy sheep's-milk mousse with a frozen granita made from sweet herbs and grass straight from the pasture. The connection between terroir and table just reached a whole new level. Forget caviar and Kobe beef and ruined designer shoes. Real luxury is being able to walk among 50 red Danish dairy cows on a farm that boasts...
...landscape at the top of the world has always had a frozen allure. It was the imaginary precinct of explorers who dreamed about a Northwest Passage and industrialists who fantasized about the oil and gas reserves under the ice. But as a new study showed, that landscape is changing radically: the ice cap is the smallest it has been in recorded history. That change has ushered in the first great gold rush of the 21st century as the countries along the Arctic Circle stake claims to territory and resources thousands of feet under the melting crust...
...world and the riches that nations hope and believe may lie beneath the ice. Just as 150 years ago, when Russia and Britain fought for control of central Asia, it is tempting to think that - not on the steppe or dusty mountains but in the icy wastes of the frozen north - a new Great Game is afoot...
...pizza finally did arrive—after a good three quarters, mind you—but by that time, half of the press box was almost frozen, thanks to the open windows and the steady drizzle that blew into our faces and onto our computers. Why didn’t we close them...