Apple pie shortbreads

On snow. The first snow didn’t settle onto the ground. That night, the clouds broke into minute snowflakes as we stepped out from the house. And just like I did last year and the year before that, I stopped and stared into this black and white kaleidoscope for what could have been a nightlong, a lifelong really. It’s been snowing every day ever since. Flakes ...

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Almond and raisin tea cake

I’ve been thinking about this cake ever since my mum emailed me earlier this week, asking for a good recipe for cake aux fruits confits. Growing up, cake aux fruits confits was always the last one left on a birthday dessert table. Slices of dry cake, studded with always too little candied cherries, of the bright-red kind, which if you’d asked me twenty years ago ...

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Everything falls into place – Raw muesli bars

I spoke with my grand-mère last night. We settled on soup, mostly. Vegetables and a few spoonfuls of lentils or split peas. And citrouille [pumpkin] cooked with its skin on in a light bouillon. Yes, the approaching winter means soup for dinner. It also means a half-past-three dusk and long evenings at home. Kalle has been tying flies and installing new operating systems on his ...

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On fields of frost, counting to Christmas and a green smoothie

Stories from the recent past: I’ve finally developed my last two rolls of film, which had some pictures I took back in London! You can see two of them above. The first, taken in Chislehurst, when Kalle and I decided to take the train and stop at a random station. We ended up spending the day at a small pub there, cosying up by a ...

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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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Chasing rugbrød, part one

We waked, in the two cabins in those happy days, just before the sun came up, when the birds were in their loudest clamor of morning joy. Wrapped each in a blanket, George and I stepped out from our doors, each trying to call the other, and often meeting on the grass between. We ran to the river and plunged in,—oh, how cold it was!—laughed ...

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En semester i Lövnäs, andra dagen

[A summer holiday in Lövnäs, second day] A breakfast made of pumpernickel and boiled eggs, oats and cherry yoghurt was eaten by the rainy window. Soon enough we set off to the lake and had sweets before lunch. We settled for a little island, north of the lake, and as we came to the shore, raindrops started their dance again. In the distance, we could ...

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Et un jour en automne – Confiture de châtaignes

[And a day in autumn – Chestnut jam] There is one story. Of the made-up kind. The one I started to tell you – more than – a couple of weeks ago. And really, some of it is true. It was a perfect autumn day. The first we’d had this year. That morning, I woke up early and made breakfast. As I was waiting for ...

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J’avais oublié – Kanelbulle

[I had forgotten – Cinnamon buns] I had forgotten about the smell of bonfires and forests; coffee made in a cast-iron pot, with as much water as we put ground beans. I had forgotten how blueberries taint your hands; and your lips. And how small they are meant to be. I had forgotten how it feels like to gaze at the milky way, when the ...

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Bonjour novembre

[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 on. Oh yes, it is indeed the thirty-first of October, ...

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