Posts Tagged ‘food’
Who said living on an island was inconvenient?
I finally tried Coops online delivery service and must say, I am impressed: The tractor arrived at my garden gate 16.00h sharp and off jumped Göran with a smile. He is the man with the motorized float, electrical delivery trike and the mini- excavator. He also never drives any of these vehicles without sunglasses. Read the rest of this entry »
When I was 13 I hated about everything with round corners. I did not want to practice the piano anymore, was generally embarrassed during Chorus – although I dearly loved it – , thought the kids who each had their own TV set were coolest and was convinced my mom purposely tortured us with whole-wheat pasta. Or that “milk from cows” in brown glass bottles with the disgusting greasy stuff on top. Read the rest of this entry »
Butter, toast and jam come in threes, at least in the UK. The years as a colony have successfully planted the idea in Indian heads, that every foreigner wants cardboard with sugar mousse to kick off their day. I usually don’t belong to this category, but learned on a trip to Martinique, that countries with amazingly ripe tropical fruits can make a so called continental breakfast quite delicious.
India has not yet Read the rest of this entry »
I ate dinner at Beautiful B.’s house on the weekend. She made the most fantastic meals to prepare us for our trip to northern India and I learned new words and unpronounceable names, how turbans are warm and hurt on your forehead, that Punjabi and Hindi are to each other like Swedish and Norwegian and I tried mouthrefreshing Paan in the most amazing colors – served in my favorite little silver box.
As we talked our welcome-wine through the inner city apartment, P. wondered how it was going with the traffic outside the livingroom window – expecting an answer about the quality of super-sound-isolation-double-glass. Read the rest of this entry »
Minus 20 degrees today! When winter is coldest Swedes take comfort in whipped cream. As soon as the nation has finished digesting their Aladdin chocolate box, semlor start showing up in coffee places and bakeries across the country and they continue seducing innocent strollers until easter.
Sweden eats a strange combination of pea-soup and pancakes every thursday for lunch. I have been wondering about this since I got here. Any coffee place, restaurant, catering and sometimes even desperate Pakistanis serves these two meals once a week. The pancakes could of course be considered a dessert, but they actually come at the same time. With cream and jam. My oberservations show that Read the rest of this entry »
Sunday evening at Wagamama.
Perfect I thought, the place to go after the boat show: sore feet, rain drizzle over face, jeans and inside shoes, low blood sugar.
Wagamama just opened their first restaurant in Stockholm and it has been a hype. As if Grace Jones was coming to town. Read the rest of this entry »
Sunny 15 degrees in Paris this morning!
Mama Shelter can only be recommended to those coming from countries with a rich breakfast culture. Lots of fruit, cheese, juices and even sourdough bread. Love it.
In France and Italy, days often kick off with a compelling mixture of sugar and wheat – which reliably makes me feel like a piece of wobbly pizza dough.
Just woke up to a beautiful october morning on our little island. And even better: friends from Berlin are making coffee in the kitchen! Those who know always bring bread. Heavy whole grain German bread. Mmmhhhh. With butter and quince jam.
This one is round with a dark crust and comes from a Bavarian bakery called “Hofpfisterei”, which only recently opened a shop in Berlin.
“Do you make the bread here, or do you ship it over from Munich?” – asks Peter, seeing in the bakerygirls face that Read the rest of this entry »
”As always, she came sliding in on a shrimp sandwich”, says P.
My brain immediately begins investigating all mental associations for something that makes sense. No result, but entertaining Kopfkino of our friend entering the locale on a prawn bun, decelerating softly in an elegant turn. And then of course dismounting without the slightest bit of caviar on her stilettos.