No Matter What The Weather Is Like...
No matter what the weather is like, bring your own sunshine!
Paraphrased I think! Originally maybe said by Anthony J. Angelo.
No matter what the weather is like, bring your own sunshine!
Paraphrased I think! Originally maybe said by Anthony J. Angelo.
Almost forgot to post this this year! Just like I almost forgot about the day itself, but fortunately my nephew was visiting, and we met up with my sister and her boyfriend, and they bought semlor.
He'd been taste-testing different café variants for days prior too. There's a real semel aficionado right there! My own passion pales in comparisson.
So thank you Leif.
He bought the gluten-free special you see above from Tösses - a renowned Stockholm bakery - they already had orders for at least a thousand semlor when he stopped by, just before time came for the traditional Swedish Fika (that Wikipedia article apparently doesn't know that customary fika time here is either 11 AM and/or 3 PM - in workplaces usually both).
And it was delicious. A little rubbery, like the gluten-free alternations tend to be, but good. Fresh vanilla cream and plenty of cardamom.
You can see last year's semla here. :) Had that one with the same buddy I'm flying up to visit tomorrow, some things really are becoming routine...
No alternative home-made semlor this year though - parents actually did forget! But we've been partying all weekend and then some, with multiple cakes, and they're old, so maybe that's acceptable just this once.
Happy (slightly belated only in posting) Fat Tuesday y'all.
My dad's hitting a commendable age today, so Happy Birthday Dad! And Happy Valentine. And have a Happy Day everyone else!
Image source here. Haven't watched that video but it looks nostalgic... homage to the greatest era ever. Today both a personal birthright and grand numerical reason for celebration. So here's a dedication.
Time to jump off and eat some cake and stuff; honor a good dude, who's lived quite the live and pulled through... I wrote a poem in Swedish, but one more might be good too! Without this father figure I'm not sure what I would do. Or where I'd be. Who I'd be. Who I'd look to if in true despair or need. And would I have the free time, to spare on creative fares and deeds? Would I have time to here emcee? Would I have the view on the world I have - learned from all the turfs we mapped, growing up way further back in exotic burbs with turban hats? My sun spots dot me spotty, like I'm on the verge of black.
Learned piano, stirred some mats, even got a marching drum. We're all way back in Sweden now, but still look at how far we've come!
Eighty years? I hate the wear, but hope it'll still be great in here, with food and cake and awaking cheer. Ringing away the ancient years.
And here's to another ten at least, till once again we pen and feast, and honor this great tennis beast! Though he may not see the same play in me - I seek other ways to be. He still plays at least two games a week, can't age defeat, we take a knee.
Happy Birthday, BG.
Last Thursday just so happened to be National Pizza Day! So guess what?
I took a trip to Köping. By train.
What does Köping have to do with pizza? Not a thing, yet, but I figured I might as well document this little adventure for the blog. I've never been there before, though I've been to Arboga, which is just a station beyond it, and Örebro, which is a bit further down the same line.
I've been exploring adjacent locations in similarly brief intervals the past few years, spending a spare day here or there when I can, thinking maybe I'll see some cool sights; experience some new things; meet some people; briefly break routines and tourist a bit at not too high a price...
Make sure to watch this all the way for optimal health-related benefits.