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 – […]

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Rhubarb custard squares

rhubarb square

In Kusmark, the apple trees, now heavy with blossoms are buzzing with bumblebees. The rhubarb has grown taller than me. Strawberry and raspberry bushes are just starting to bloom. Yes, every time we go there – more often than not on the weekend – I can’t stay away from the garden, mesmerised by how fast […]

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The sound of icebergs – La tarte tropézienne

tarte tropezienne

There is the sound of the icebergs bumping into each other with every wave, not unlike a distant thunderstorm. There is the forest that I’ve walked through so many times before, now covered in a thick blanket of snow. There are lakrits [liquorice] cookies in the oven. And lights by every window we see. Yes, […]

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A few notes on blind-baking tarts

blind baking tarts

Butter the rings I like to butter my rings before lining with dough. It will slide down the ring more easily and won’t ever ever stick to it once baked. How to roll and cut the dough These days I always roll my dough in betwen two sheets of feuille guitare, a thin acetate. If […]

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Bonjour novembre

tart shells

[Hello November] Is it just me, or do you also feel like that – more than any other month – tarts belong to November? It usually happens without a warning. And without a calendar. A day or so after waiting on the sidewalk – jumping, whistling, screaming – for a cab to have its light […]

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Comptine d’un autre été – Des chouquettes


[Lullaby from another summer – Sugar choux puffs] I could tell you how my dad would take me to the boulangerie after school, as I was smaller than the smallest tree of your garden. In fact, I could barely walk. But making my way to the bottom of the crumpled paper bag handed to me […]

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