Summer season

I’ve been hit by summer sentimentality. Those of you who don’t live in the northern part of the world probably don’t recognize this emotion, so let me explain: In Scandinavia, and more specifically in Sweden where I happen to live, summer is a rare and […]

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Rules of attraction

You know that old don’t judge a book by its cover-saying? When it comes to attraction, everybody pretends not to care about the outside as long as what’s on the inside is sweet and lovely but come on. Looks matters. Smell too. Taste. And yes, […]

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Chop-chop, relax

I’m back home and back to cooking. Well, cooking in moderation, since I think summer is definitely the time to cut corners and cheat a little. This doesn’t have to mean turning to unhealthy fast food, there’s still plenty you can do to get a […]

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French connected Southern comfort

Since I’m on vacation getting spoiled out of my mind and all, I haven’t done much cooking lately. Close to none, actually. Yesterday was a much needed break from this lazy routine as we had my friends Pat and Ashlee over for breakfast and I […]

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Do(ughnut) what you want

When you’re a child, you dream of the day when you’ll finally be old enough to decide for yourself. Yeah, because when you’re all grown up, you’ll have ice cream for dinner, you’ll never leave when it’s the most fun and you’ll never go to […]

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Speak is easy

“This can’t be it? There’s no sign or nothing. It looks completely dead.” “But the address is right. And look, there’s some people standing outside, let’s ask them.” “No! It’s embarrassing. Let’s circle.” Me and my American mom Annette were circling The Division, Nashville’s trendiest […]

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Don’t cry over a spoiled vacation

Even though I love cooking, there’s nothing better than being spoiled rotten every now and then. Like right now, for instance, when I’m vacaying at my former host parents’ house in North Georgia. Whenever I come over to visit it’s pretty much all about making […]

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That’s the Swedish meatballs

Last time, I told you about the Swedes’ love for meatballs. It’s like the cinnamon buns, a national treasure and pride. Everyone has their one family recipe and everyone of course thinks their balls are the best. I don’t know why this is, many other […]

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Funny frogs and foolproof shrimp

Midsummer is one of the oldest celebrations in Sweden, and as with most holidays, it’s surrounded by weird traditions. One of the weirdest, and of course most important, is to dress a maypole with leaves and flowers and then dance around it in a circle while, […]

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A Midsummer night’s dream

”No, it’s fine, we can just scrape off the black parts, just like when I was a kid and my dad had burnt the toast. You didn’t get a new one, no, you worked with what you got!” It’s Midsummer this weekend and I have […]

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Bake it happen

Whenever I have a couple of rough weeks at work, my mind immediately turns to baking for comfort. I don’t know what it is, but baking seems like the solution to all my problems and I have this feeling everything would be better if only […]

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Shop till you drop

If I learned to love cooking while I was nannying in England, I also learned to hate grocery shopping. Since cooking and meal planning was all up to me, it was also my job to get everything necessary at the store. With a family of […]

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There’s always time for a quickie

While tender love and care is nice and all, it can’t always be stars and fireworks. You know how it is: sometimes, you just want to get it over and done with. Life can be hectic. Between work, family, chores and training, how are you ever […]

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Give peas a chance

There are a lot of customs and traditions around food. In Sweden, one of them is having pea soup with bacon on Thursdays. Pea Soup Thursday is particularly popular in public kitchens, like schools and hospitals, and in the army. For the hardcore fans, it […]

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Fish cake mistake

I’ve been told that if you eat seven olives in a row, you will grow to love them. I haven’t pulled through yet (two seems to be my limit) so I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but I guess that’s why I keep […]

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