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But we had us – Un gâteau aux pommes et au cidre, un peu comme une tarte tatin
[A cider and apple cake, not unlike a tatin tart] There was that night made of champagne, flickering candles, crisps and smoked salmon sandwiches, the last of the foie gras smothered onto big fat...
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Rêveries – Riz au lait à la vanille et plus
[Daydreams – Vanilla riz au lait and more] It’s ten am. The wind is howling through the windowsill. And the rain battering against the glass. Yes, I’ve told you before, it’s my favourite kind of music....
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J’avais oublié – Kanelbulle
[I had forgotten – Cinnamon buns] I had forgotten about the smell of bonfires and forests; coffee made in a cast-iron pot, with as much water as we put ground beans. I had forgotten how blueberries...
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PS. We picked apples and made cider. Oh and an apple cake too!
One morning, we woke up to lights through the wooden blinds barely covering never-ending windows. Coffee got made. And we sat on the steps overlooking the garden. Early signs of autumn, drawn to the...
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On rituals and beautiful habits – Biscuits croustillants à la cannelle
[Crisp cinnamon biscuits] I don’t want fig leaf or oak bark infusion. I don’t want gimmicks and royal icing where it’s not needed. I want to explore flour, sugar, butter and eggs. Give me cinnamon. And...
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That was Christmas – Zimtstern à la cannelle
We found a tree, just a few nights before Christmas. A bit of a happy coincidence. Not that we hadn’t looked everywhere before. Sold out or cheap plastic. And there it was, still wrapped in some sort...
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Un week end pluvieux, et des croissants un peu comme des kanelbullar
[A rainy weekend, and croissants, not unlike kanelbullar] There was that weekend, many-many months ago. I had told you about the days when blogs were not so editorially perfect and how I miss them;...
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Par le pont suspendu – Caramels au beurre salé façon tarte Tatin
[Through the suspended bridge – Salted butter caramels, not unlike a Tatin tart] We went for our favourite walk this morning. Usually, we’d be back by the time we left, but today was different. We woke...
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My ultimate kanelbullar, un peu comme des brioches
[My ultimate kanelbullar, not unlike cinnamon brioches] Tomorrow is the 4th of October. A date that doesn’t go unnoticed in Sweden. Yes, tomorrow is kanelbullens dag [cinnamon roll day]. I must have...
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Something only we know – Our favourite cinnamon shortbreads
It’s still very much winter here in Skellefteå. In fact, we’ve had a blizzard over the weekend; snow, at times twirling around with the winds; and at other times, falling almost horizontally. A...
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Just a Sunday afternoon – Carrot cake energy balls
Summer has started, on a Sunday afternoon. The days are now long again. With the sun setting at ten thirty pm and rising just a short hours later at two thirty am. And when I told Svante last Sunday...
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Swedish pepparkakor
This Swedish pepparkakor recipe isn’t one that comes with many traditions. It was in fact created on the very first weekend of advent earlier this month after days of formula research and...
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Apple pie shortbreads
On snow. The first snow didn’t settle onto the ground. That night, the clouds broke into minute snowflakes as we stepped out from the house. And just like I did last year and the year before that, I...
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