Sunday morning plättar

Last night, we had rökta räkor [smoked prawns] for dinner, with plenty of aioli and sourdough bread, and a bottle of pinot grigio whe’d kept on our veranda to chill. By the time we’d fallen asleep, the clocks had been set backwards and a thin layer of fresh snow had covered the roofs we see through our bedroom windows. Coffee, fleece blanket, and Sunday morning ...

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Kladdkaka du dimanche

[Swedish chocolate cake, of the Sunday kind] Everytime I come around here, a whole season has gone by. There was summer and its endless hours in the kitchen that I now call home. But before we knew it, the time for semester [holidays] came. And went. Two weeks in our stuga [cabin] in the middle of the woods; and I still stand by my words ...

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An autumn day

We went for a walk today. And for once, I remembered to take my camera along. Our official purpose was to pick rönnbär [rowan berries], but really, I just wanted to wrap myself in a golden hour that comes everyday a bit sooner. We walked by the river. And crossed the dam that seems more of a waterfall at the moment, as water gets released ...

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Bonjour juin, rhubarb edition

Let me tell you the story of yesterday. Or rather, of yesterday afternoon. We stopped at the gas station. Two French hot-dogs and bad cups of coffee later we turned right on the old road towards Kusmark. It had only been a couple of weeks since our last trip and yet, the never-ending sun turned the fields into a thousand shades of green. There is ...

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Raw carrot cake energy balls

The days are now long again. With the sun setting at ten thirty pm and rising just a short hours later at two thirty am. And when I told Svante last Sunday “Det känns som sommar idag.”, he was quick to answer “Det är sommar.”, something that went in unison with his rhubarb plants, which have dramatically grown over the span of a few weeks. ...

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Pastry chef tips – Tour double

Single fold? Double fold? When it comes to laminated doughs, you find two types of tours (literally turns, although I tend to refer to them as folds in English): the tour simple – or single fold – and the tour double – otherwise known as double fold. I’m planning on making a post describing both types, along with some notes; but today’s pastry chef tip ...

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My ultimate kanelbullar

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 a recipe I first made in Åsen, ...

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Canelés au beurre noisette et au bourbon

[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 there, we overlook the far-away lake. But really, all I ...

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La tarte tropézienne

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, this is it. Sweden. And really, it’s just as wonderful ...

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Kanelbullar croissants

There was that weekend, many-many months ago. I had told you about the days when blogs were not so editorially perfect and how I miss them; about the two crumpets with raspberry jam that I had had for an early afternoon breakfast; and about how we’d moved the kitchen table by the window and took way too many pictures. Because, you see, my book was ...

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I’ll be left with cinnamon croissants

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 lazy day in – for a trip to the corner ...

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