A year ago. Fell in love with this table at a café on Sonntagstrasse. Reminded me of Café Java in Gothenburg, where I used to hang out in the early 2000s. A smoky, bohemian place, kind of reminded of places in Berlin. Nowadays most cafés I’ve been to in Sweden are so renovated & clean that they make you feel like you’re at an airport.
A year ago, there was a tiny bit of snow.
Johan made this veggie stew, it was super delicious. We use recipes very seldom in this house, I sometimes wish we wrote down what we cooked. But it’s more fun to make things differently.
Clean-yourself-ceramic-thing from a local thrift store, lamp from Konstsmide & one of my favourite pieces of art from Camilla. Camilla is the best thing internet has given me, so happy to have her as a friend.
One of my favourite Wrist Worms from the old collection. Drinking lungo with Johan. I love our coffee dates.
Beautiful stinky mimosa.
I trimmed his hair the other day, can’t believe it was this short only a year ago. I guess him taking very good care of his hair pays off.
At a very nice place at Kottbusser Tor, can’t remember the name now. My memory has changed since I started taking medicine; I remember less things and start to feel like “everyone else”. Hope it’s because I’m more relaxed, that I finally don’t feel like I have to remember everything due to reasons that are too private.
Here we are in fancy Stockholm, Johan’s parents came to pick us up at the airport so we took a detour to Stockholm before heading to Örebro.
Today (2020) it’s The Fat Tuesday in Sweden (& other countries) and you eat this traditional pastry (semla) which is one of the most delicious things existing. Extremely sweet, the bun has cardamom in it, it’s filled with almond paste and the white stuff is of course whipped cream. Swedish pastries are so much sweeter than other european pastries. Since Sweden wasn’t at war, they still baked with huge amounts of sugar whereas the fighting european countires put less sugar in their baked goods. After WW2, they continued baking with less sugar and I must say I prefer the less sweet cakes and other pastries over here. Swedish pastries are great for sharing and to get high on sugar together.
Johan’s parents kitchen table. Hours of hours of wonderful time spent here. We brought some cheese from the italian stand at Boxhagener Platz.
Nestor was there of course, with his great haircut.
All over the place.
Fika at Johan’s grandparents. Love to visit them in their house from the 18th century, living in a tiny village with less than 10 inhabitants.
Johan in his grandpa’s armchair. They are twins.
Back home and it started to smell like spring.
Continued eating healthy at home. And had an alcohol break. Been doing the same since NYE this year as well and realised that alcohol probably isn’t for me. A tiny glass of good red wine might be something I’ll enjoy in the future, with food and little enough not to feel the effect of the alcohol. For now, I don’t drink at all which I think is a good idea while getting used to my medication. Alcohol makes me feel stressed both physically and mentally, that glass of whiskey to relax after a day’s work has the complete opposite effect on me. What’s your relationship to alcohol?