after my visit to the allotment gardens yesterday, i found myself in need of sustenance.
here then are various photos of around the house treats.
i found a killer bakery a few doors down. who knew swedes had the market cornered on fresh baked bread? and all this time i thought the french & italians were the kings of bread. how wrong was i? apparently…very.
beautiful rustic loaves of every type imaginable.
as you can see from the top photo i fell for the olive cheese loaf. it was because the young woman gave me a knowing look and said, “and THIS one is very special.”
but of course it would have been in poor taste not to have also selected a kanelbulle – “a classic swedish bun with cinnamon and cardamom. you must try!”
ohhhh okay, i reluctantly agreed.
when i got home i texted my personal swedish interpretation minister of culture, INGRID, and she said, “that is the swedish flagship of fika!” then she sent a photo of the tray she had just baked for our consumption in a few days time.
honey baked goat cheese salad with roasted beets and other things!
and a ginger soda.
that was my first meal the other day on my bus adventure.
one of my acquisitions at the market. swedish bacon. who freaking knew? very thick. vegans, avert your eyes!
very different from american bacon and definitely unlike bacon i’ve tried in other countries. again, i took one for the team. girl reporter takes her job seriously. ya know?
last night around 10 i got a wild air up my kazoo and headed out into the world. the sky was putting on a dazzling show.
the streets were full of revelers.
i headed towards kåkar, an area in vitabergssparken with clusters of old wooden houses. i only made it as far as nytorget before i just started wandering here and there.
noticing signs and house numbers…
blissfully strolling on a lovely friday evening in stockholm.
then of course i spotted a bus stop
i whipped out my bus map and that’s all she wrote of the little wooden houses.
it was a ride into a blazing golden sunset.
which i failed to capture, but was so lovely i gasped.
a young couple with a baby buggy boarded and placed the buggy in front of me, then went and sat down.
i resisted the urge to pick the baby up, hold him up to the window, and say, “look at the world you’re alive in! isn’t it magnificent?”
but then i saw this and hopped off and headed towards the water.
night was falling on stockholm.
meanwhile, i kept stopping to consult my metro map, and my bus pass fell out of my pocket… unbeknownst to me!
it wasn’t until i had hoofed it over to the metro station that i noticed it wasn’t in my pocket. oyvey!
i retraced my steps all over kungsholmen, trying to remember all the places i had pulled the map out.
finally on a dark sidewalk by a little park i found it. the little white ACCESS letters glowing up at me from the walkway.
hi ho hi ho back to the metro i go!
by the time i got home it was officially dark. i remembered the access code to get into the building – good thing because i didn’t have my iphone with the text containing the original information with me. but now i couldn’t find my keys. i took everything out of my pockets, rummaged, and finally found them. in my mind i had already checked into the hilton by the water for the night. it’s always good to have a backup plan. and even better when you don’t need to use it.
today we’re going for a boat ride, you and i. misadventure may accompany us… be ready!