I have serious issues with the Swede’s approach to summer. This morning, in the paper, they had a bunch of recipes under the theme Nordic Autumn. It’s not even September and in Sweden the papers are beginning to write about autumn. How depressing is that? Read more » >>
Friday was midsummer’s eve, probably the most celebrated event in the Swedish calendar. People head to their summer cottages, gather with family and friends, eat herring, drink snaps, sing songs and stay up too late. It ranks fairly low on my list of highlights of the year; way behind wedding anniversary, Christmas and summer holiday, but we had fun anyway, and spent it with a nice bunch of people. Read more » >>
I’ve been spending a disproportionate amount of time on my knees these last few weekends. A bent-double, back-breaking labour of love, to keep a foolish promise I made. But now the hard work is done. Now it’s just a question of waiting. I’m going to be a dad again. Read more » >>
Sometimes, good things are in short supply. And sometimes, that’s ok. Asparagus season in Sweden is shorter than a Munchkin’s trouser leg, but boy is it good. For a scant three to four weeks every May, the little green spears are in abundance; and a thousand times more tasty than the flaccid, bland, Peruvian offerings that fill the shelves for the remaining 48 weeks of the year. Read more » >>
The time had come to stop talking. At least, that’s what the dissenters in my family told me. When it comes to talking versus doing, I think doing is overrated. You can’t put your back out by talking. Read more » >>
…is a British writer and editor who moved to Sweden in 2001. A former chef turned food and travel writer, he loves everything about food, but particularly the raw ingredients themselves. When not cooking, eating or thinking about food, he can often be found hanging around in butchers shops, fishmongers and grocery stores; a hobby he can pursue for hours on end. He hopes that writing this blog will take up so much time that it halves his food shopping bills.