Ever since we moved in to our condo there has been something terribly messed up with my baking. I used to bake a lot, complicated things that were delicious. I love baking (even though I often find myself doing it late at night when I’m really way too tired). But in this new kitchen there has been something that doesn’t sit right with me. I thought it was that it is so small. All my former kitchens (except the joke of a kitchen I had while living in France, one would think a sink in the kitchen might be a good idea, right?) have been big enough to accept at least one other person in there with you while you do your magic. This one is not. It’s a kitchen where the rule walk-in-and-back-out has been applied since there is no room to turn. I thought that was what bothered me and I tried not to care since there is wpid-dsc_8745.jpg

It took me longer than I care to admit to realize this wasn’t the problem, or at least not the entire problem. The biggest problem has been that the oven doesn’t understand the concept of temperature. It being an oven one can see that might be a problem. When I turn it on at a certain temperature, the oven does not reach that temperature which means all my cookies and cake are saggy and soft. That is often something you do want in a cake or a cookie but it’s nice when the baked goods hold together long enough for you to lift it from the plate and put it in your mouth. My oven is now perfect for drying apples and baking meringues but don’t you want more out of an oven than that? I know there are things that could be done, I could put a meet thermometor in there to make sure I got the right temperature and there are other things to do as well but the whole debacle just took the fun out of baking and so I stopped. After all, there are many nice coffee shops in my town, all with delicious cookies and cakes.


After a while though, I started getting cravings and when I found myself walking around hissing “cookies” at regular intervals an dreaming of chewy chocolate chip cookies melting in my mouth, I knew something had to be done. I couldn’t get a new oven but I had to have cookies, soon. Cookies! Luckily I have the best of friends and Agnieszka invited me over for a little baking party. During the Days leading up to it, it was all I could think of (cookies!). We were going to bake cookies and I was going to eat all of them because I needed them, I deserved them, I wanted them.


In the end I didn’t eat all the cookies. I managed three, then I was full. Agnieszka, lovely person as she is, gave me eight (!) cookies (cookies!) to bring back home with me and now, whenever I’m not in my house, I start loning for those cookies. Cookies! I really have it bad and although the cookie party was a success I think it only enhanced my cravings in the long run. I got a taste of deliciousness and now it’s so utterly obvious I can’t make it come back myself at any time I want.

We have started looking into buying a new oven. It’s the only reasonable thing to do at this point. Cookies!

Over on the corner there’s a happy noise


I don’t know about you but I am sometimes a bit shy to use a new language before I feel comfortable with it. I have studied Polish quite a bit but I haven’t really used it a lot so while at the same time I can explain complex grammar phenomenons in Polish, I can’t really say much. Today though I had a small break through. It turns out that the love for chocolate and yarn is stronger than any shyness. I had a friend when I lived in France who was shy using French and she had been looking for oat meal for quite some time but hadn’t found any. In Sweden it’s a common breakfast but not in Poland. Then, in a health food store, she finally found it and she got so happy that she forgot to be shy and started talking. That happens to me in yarn stores and today also at the very hipster-y restaurant down on the corner. I was in much need of a cookie, a chocolate chip cookie, so I got one. The cookie wasn’t the best I’ve had but it was just the sweeter because I had ordered it myself. I should get more cookies (and yarn), it seems to be good for may language development.

My grandmother’s meringue cake


I think a lot about generations sometimes. Some things from your older relatives you want to keep and some you don’t. It’s the same whether it’s about furniture – you might want to keep the lovely sideboard in the livingroom but you don’t mind ditching the broken chairs in the basement – or small keepsakes or traditions. I love mixing new traditions with old ones, to make up my own but to also keep things I really love. Every year for my birthday my mum used to make the only cake I liked, my grandmother’s meringue cake. It’s good, it’s crunchy, it’s sweet, it merely use whipped cream as binder and not as a main attraction, it has berries (preferable strawberries in the summer but other berries are fine too) and it’s just so delicious. It’s interesting how much symbolism and memory can be found in food.

A few years ago, when I used to bake a lot (I had a better oven then than I have now), I was looking into making a cake like this and I asked my mother about the recipe. She had gotten it from my grandmother back in 1982 during a phone call where one or both of them were in a hurry and the recipe only said “add eggs” and things like that. Completely impossible to bake from unless you were the one to write it down. This year though, I decided it was really the time. I’m over 30 and it’s time that I take responsibility for this tradition and start taking care of it. What better time to start than midsummer? So, I told my mother and she gave me the recipe, a better version of it than before, and also lend me her oven and her good advice and I made a lovely cake that was much appreciated. It feels good to be able to shoulder the tradition and make my grandmother’s meringue cake. It represents my childhood and hopefully I can make it for future generations as well; friends’ kids and also perhaps my niece and nephew if they ever come back to Sweden. Then maybe someone else will take over when I’m too old to continue. It’s a nice thought.

Cookies and knitting


It’s late and the at-home knitting opportunities aren’t many this week so I’ll spend the time before bed knitting. And eating cookies. It’s a new recipe that I got from a friend. They are super yummy despite that I melted the butter instead of just softning it. So cookies and knitting, here I come!

They are very crunchy


I think this time of the year a lot of people are trying to decide what is so important that you can’t do without it at Christmas and what is okay the give up this year. There are so many things to prepare for some reason and so little time to do it.


I have made decisions too. Everything that needs to be knitted is finished, just some last touches and then it’s done. I have wrapped things, not everything but almost and I even have scotch tape, scissors, wrapping paper and ribbons and I can tell you exactly where all those things are right now. Some gifts have been given to their respectively recipients. The Christmas cards will hopefully go out tomorrow. All that is great. There is one thing that won’t be done though, I seriously doubt there will be a Christmas tree this year. We will just have to spend more time at Agnieszka’s and admire her tree. Also, and I know this is something everybody says but why not me too, next year I will do better. I will start the Christmas cards in October, the decorating of the Christmas tree will be scheduled and I will generally be more prepared so I can spend the last week before Christmas watching Christmas movies while knitting and trying out the Christmas candy and cookies. This is my goal and I will, in all honesty, see if I can make that work.


Something I have made is gingerbread and saffron truffles. I guess trying them out while watching movies will work just as fine after Christmas as it does before.


To my advantage


All is well in knitterland. Yesterday I made up for the non-knitting on Friday, a few projects are blocking on the livingroom floor, I’m quite caught up with my latest MKAL (despite the fact that I never received my yarn kit) and I also finished today’s book club book and made a cake that we are going to have during the meeting.


I’ve broken in my new dough-scraper, see the knitting pattern on there? It’s great! Not only that but I think that even our unreliable oven has worked in my favor for once. The cake actually looks like it might be both edible and will hold together long enough to put it on a plate. Even my black hole knitting is done. I love weekends where I feel I’m getting progress in many areas without being stressed. Let’s hope next week will be the same.

Fake potato cake – first go


This day has basically only been meetings. A lot of meetings but the good kind of meetings where you got tea and cake and has the opportunity to knit. I’ve finally finished the huge hood and I could continue with my M&M knitting which is steadily growing. I’ve almost finished four out of nine repeats. The purple doesn’t stand out as much as I had hoped perhaps but it’s still very pretty.


I also brought cake to one of the meetings. This summer I had fake potato cake for the first time and it was really good. I’m not very fond of two of three components by themseves but together it was just great. So I thought I would give it a try. I had to make it gluten free so it was a little of trial and error and also some minor difficulties but the end result was actually very good. I’ll try it again some time.

Buttons and lace


Tonight it was finally time again for bobbin lace night. It was great everyone and compare new laces and patterns and such.


I made good progress on my Scania lace, a type of lace with no paper pattern around the roll and instead you use a striped fabric to help you keep track of your lace. Also, the needles are only at the edges and never inside the lace.


I hade made cupcakes for the coffee break and please note the little button shaped sugar decorations. I picked them especially for the bobbin lace group since we are all a little obsessed with crafts in general and some of us with buttons particularly. They were very appreciated and, if I may say so myself, they were delicious (even though they accidentally fell out of the jar and into the bicykle basket on the way there, but don’t tell anyone).

This was a very nice evening.

I’m glad I spent it with you


It’s been a great day. First I made chocolate chip cookies from a new recipe and they were delicious. Then Agnieszka and I went to a lake to do some swimming. It was lovely and warm enough in the water that we could stay in the water for much longer than usual. It’s the first time I’m swimming outdoors this summer and it was about time. One should do it at least once every summer as a remembrance later in the year when it’s cold and definitely not swim suit weather. Also, pushing 30 is a great age, you don’t care about other people on the beach and what they might think of you, that’s their problem, the people you love loves you back and that’s what’s important, not what the nineteen year old girl on the next blanket thinks. To be honest, I think she might be the one having the bigger problems. Nineteen can be a terrible age after all.

Then in the evening I went for a long run and it felt great. I felt strong and I think I could have gone on for quite some time – a very nice feeling.

I haven’t knit a single stitch but I have made some bobbin lace and that’s just as great. All in all, a great day.

To bake a cupcake

The heath continues. It’s lovely. We spent all of yesterday on the balcony together with friends. It’s simply lovely on the balcony, especially in the afternoon. Since we were having company I made cupcakes.


Chocolate of course! Also, I got to break in my new cupcake oven tin. It just made the whole difference, it was great. From now on I’m only making cupcakes in this size and with this oven tin.


The result was great but then again, what could go wrong now that I have my new oven tin.


It looks pretty cozy, doesn’t it?