[Hello September] We haven’t had the first frost yet. But, early yesterday morning, there was something different about the air that happened to grow through the day. A crispness that wasn’t there before. Perhaps the smell of leaves that turn golden, too. A bus trip spent watching the red clock above the driver, which would […]
The ducklings have been growing faster than our eyes can see. And the weeks too. I think it might be time to resume normal programming, don’t you?
[Hello July] The sun has been setting just before midnight and rising shortly after one. Lilac bouquets have turned the bushes, which edge the sidewalk, into a purple dream. And ducklings have been following us during our evening walks by the river. We’ve had a wonderful month of June, perhaps not as sunny as I’ve […]
[Hello May] It’s always like this, when I bake more than I can blog about, I subsequently find myself wordless. Even more so this time, because this July will mark my ten years of blogging about food. Yes, some of you might not know but before comme un lait fraise, I used to write on […]
Today meant a lot of things. A four am wake-up of some kind that only sunrise can bring. And falling back asleep. A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and filmjölk with oats and honey. A few amazing hours in a classroom, learning Swedish, one word at a time. And sitting at a café terrace […]
Some stories don’t need words. But let me tell you a little about this one. It’s a story of the recent past; of a wonderful day. One by the lake and the forest. One when Kalle caught a rainbow trout. And we took it hot, carefully placed on top of his waders in the boot […]
[Brown butter and bourbon canelés] There are stories that never get old, no matter how many times you tell them. Here is a collections of the ones I never-ever want to forget. Every evening, we go to the pond by the house on the other side of the path. Just before the sun sets. From […]
[Hello Åsen] This morning, as every morning since the past two weeks or so, I’ve fed Surdeg. Rye flour and water. Stir. Cover. Except, it’s no usual morning. I packed it in my bag. With watercolours and old polaroid cameras. Yes, in ten hours or so, we’ll be in Åsen. The not-so-official I-can’t-wait-for Åsen list. […]
Let’s rewind to the exact moment when the clocks didn’t even notice when one minute past midnight happened. We didn’t either, really. And that’s why this article is here. One month and seven days too late. So much is about to happen though that I just couldn’t not tell you. Have a wonderful not-so-new year. […]
[Potatoes] Tonight, we dug potatoes (but really, doesn’t their French name imply so much more: earth apples) from the ground. They’re being boiled. And bacon and falukorv are being fried in a cast iron pan that has probably seen many and manier. Eggs are cooking. And just like this pyttipanna will happen for dinner.
We drove and drove. It seems roadtrips are always involved whenever we are in Sweden – and really, I’m not complaining. And while I have so many things to tell you: that one drink Jessica made for us; the roadtrip we took to the mountains, fishing on a lake at three in the morning, under […]
A list of patterns from today. K’s eggs and bacon for breakfast. ♥ The evening sun through the blinds, projecting shadows on our wall. ♥ The fact that no matter how many times I’ve done it, I’ll forever be the worst at packing. Anxiety attack included. ♥ Tickles down my neck. ♥ Matcha bubble tea for […]
Exactly three months ago, I told you this: a list of things I need to blog about: the launch of #parispastryclub kannelbulle croissants, rhubarb and mascarpone cake, the best brioche! — fanny zanotti (@cacahuete) May 1, 2014 And that too: another list of things I need to blog about: some really exciting news, an amazing […]
I guess like all good things, Sundays have to come to an end too. Today was a good Sunday. We went to bed late enough to wake up mid-morning. Crumpets happened. I might have eaten two with homemade raspberry jam from last summer. And we braved the rain – the mostest perfect excuse for a […]
A for ever summer. Perhaps in Iceland. Yes an endless summer exploring the muddy roads of the island couldn’t sound better. Picking raspberries. And blueberries too. Maybe even cloudberries. An illustration in chickpea magazine. And an article in kinfolk. Making desserts after hours; one day when I’m not working too much. Always. Days spent at […]