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

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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Gluten-free chocolate fondant cake

I wish you were here with me. Sat on the patio. There is a wooden table which I’ve slowly taken over: notes, drawings of mushrooms, a mug holding watercolour brushes, a mismatch of cameras, and a cup of coffee hotter than what I would normally fancy. From where I sit, I can see the logs Karl brought from the little shelter down in the garden ...

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