Morning snow – Fromage blanc cake

There was a day spent in the garden. A rake in the hands, and dead leaves piled high on a wheelbarrow. That day, the sun was high and warm, just like the two eagles we’d seen earlier, right after sunrise. The following morning was an entirely different story. A story made of snowflakes and a crackling fireplace. Both lasted all day, for the record. I ...

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The macramé coconut bird feeder

We’re in Åsen for the week. With a very limited internet connection, but this kind of thing doesn’t matter when you have for only alarm, the soft light of the sun through a forest of birches, and the mésanges‘ songs . There are the woodpeckers too, not unlike a ticking clock. Yes, we’ve seen many birds perched in the trees that line the forest, but ...

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A life-changing way to scan watercolours

This afternoon, I started gathering things I want to bring with us to Åsen (two more days!!). A film camera, and many rolls of my favourite film – Kodak Ektar in case you’re wondering, two bags of stone-ground flour, a glazed ceramic tray, watercolours and brushes. And in the center of the block of cold-pressed paper, I found these illustrations I made two summers or ...

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My ultimate kanelbullar, un peu comme des brioches

[My ultimate kanelbullar, not unlike cinnamon brioches] Tomorrow is the 4th of October. A date that doesn’t go unnoticed in Sweden. Yes, tomorrow is kanelbullens dag [cinnamon roll day]. I must have felt that this post – which I promised to share with you long before I even knew kanelbullar had their own day – was waiting in my drafts for a reason. This is ...

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All sorts of wonderful – Coconut drizzle cake

When we’re in Åsen, we like to stay in the small cabin. The one by the big house, which I’ll have to show you more of when I (finally!) post the recipe for kanelbullar. There is a small kitchen and a fireplace. A cosy bed nook, with curtains dimming the morning light, and a star by the window. Today, I walked on a path we ...

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Bonjour Åsen

[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. 1. Walking through Åsen forests again. 2. Drawing by the ...

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