Monday, May 30, 2011

rhubarb mazarin

This was the yummiest muffin I've had in ages! My friend Anne made it, packed two for me to take home, and after I finished mine, I had to beg Johan to let me eat his too.

He let me have half.

Saturday, May 28, 2011


Dad invited my sis, Johan and I out to dine at the Tivoli Gardens the other night. Hadn't been there in ages, and found myself utterly charmed with it's architecture and aesthetics. Must go back soon, I think, with a proper camera in hand.  


Our downstairs neighbor has a teenage daughter, who has a young gentleman wooer, who left this note for her on the building's noticeboard. 

Thursday, May 26, 2011

a British comedian I apparently look like

I've been meaning to post this photo since the other day when I came across it when cleaning up my laptop. Why? Cos it makes me laugh!

And here's why: A while back I was on Skype with Johan of London, and as we were talking, Johan's roomie Sigrid walked by and exclaimed: "Awww, is that Sarah? Say hi!"

Except, we weren't on video call. So it wasn't me that she saw, but some male, dreadlocked, red-head British comedian (with lots of eyeliner on) who was on Never Mind the Buzzcocks, which Johan was streaming as we spoke.

Hmmm, maybe this is too elaborate a story to come across as funny on a blog. But it's kind of funny-sad really, because I guess I think of myself as a decent-looking (not to be confused with good-looking) gal, but judging from the people that people think I look like, I fear I may have to reassess my self image.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

fancy grater

This weekend, my divine sister and I visited this divine store in Copenhagen that sells the most divine selection of kitchen utensils -  french pickling jars, sturdy wooden bowls, tea towels in divine quality linen, post and pans, the whole shabang! And you know what my sister got me? A fancy little parmesan grater with a neat little wooden handle. It's perfect. Just perfect. The kind you'd never splurge on yourself (cos it was pricy), but the kind I'll be likely to hold on to for the rest of my life.

I'm telling you, I've been putting grated parmesan on everything since Saturday. Cereal, fruit salad, ice cream. I've even grated just for fun.

surely I belong to a professional dance company?

Johan snapped this of me the other day as I was dancing to "In The Hall of the Mountain King". I love dancing before an appreciative audience (not dancing in a sincere way, mind you, but in a just-for-laughs way - haha), and luckily, Johan always seems to be so amused when I bust my moves.

Anyway, who knew dancing around with a plain old cable knit throw could look so dramatic?!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

without lace

I remember reading an old housewife's tip that went something along the lines of this: If your boys never remember to tuck their shirt in their pants, sew on a border of lace at the shirttail, and you will have eliminated the problem once and for all.

I have considered doing this with Johan's shirts time and time again, except now I wont have to. He's suddenly taken to tucking his shirt in his pants out of his own free will.

purrrty pastries

I baked these buttermilk croissant-y things yesterday, with marcipan inside and chopped pistachios on top. They didn't turn out as delish as my friend Anne's version, but pretty they were:O)

Friday, May 20, 2011

Bank Holiday (with sticky bottle of Tabasco)

One of the benefits of moving back to Denmark is the ample amount of bank holidays in the Spring - and in case you haven't guessed it already, today is one of those delightful workdays turned-day-off.

So I've been pretending it's Saturday morning and have breakfasted accordingly with the kid's cross-word puzzle by my side. As for the bottle of Tabasco, I have no reasonable explanation for posting it here, except I found it looked so pretty. With the sticky goo at the neck, and all.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

quietudes and solitudes

Sirens of Chrome, 2010

Sirens of Chrome, 2010
When I was in Sweden the weekend before last, I caught a Jesper Just exhibition just before jumping on the train back to Copenhagen.

It was right by the central train station, you see. In a desolate place called Tysta Marigången, which, aptly, means something like Marie's Quiet Passage. It was kind of a tricky place to find, and apart from my mother and I, the only people there were a gallery guard and a suit-clad gent standing in the dark, contemplating the film. All of which made for quite a lovely scenario, as the piece itself was recorded in a series of desolate and abandoned places in the city of Detroit. I dig when 'fiction' and 'real life' echo each other subtly like that.

The show, which consists of the piece Sirens of Chrome is on till June 5. Don't go at night though, unless you're looking for a drug-slash-prostitution-haven. Because according to Wikipedia that's what that desolate passage turns into at night.

peonies at night

A gift from Johan's mother:O)

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

I didn't even know I like spoken word

I came across this spoken word video by Tanya Davis this morning on The Tokyo Connection, and judging from the more than 3 million people who have already watched it, I realize I'm not the only one who's completely charmed by her poetry. The words, the rhythm and the sound of her voice - so mellifluous. And she's cute too, ain't she? She perfectly matches my idea of an artsy Canadian writer with something at heart.

Monday, May 16, 2011

if fonts were dogs

From Fuck Yeah Dementia (?!) via Gizmodo.

Little My and a Moomin

God, I'd almost kill to get my hands on this set of costumes! Aren't they killer?

(By the way, please note the poor postures of the people on both the left and right. Do you sometimes stop to wonder in how many random people's family albums there might be an awkward picture of you? I have a feeling I might be overrepresented.)

ooo, the layers!

Miriam Bäckström's "Mirrors" with a reflection of Francesco Vezzoli's portrait of Caroline of Monaco, immortalized as Queen Christina of Sweden, who was portrayed by Greta Garbo in "Queen Christina".

At Stockholm's Moderna Museet.

Small town Sweden. At its best.

When I visited my grandparents two weekends ago, the sun was shining from a clear blue sky, a town fair had taken over the already idyllic streets, and kids were outside, eating ice cream, riding their bikes, and drawing huge pink penises on the asphalt for everyone to see.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Sweet Jesus, my back is sore

Johan and I have been doing some pretty major redecorating this weekend, and if it weren't for the fact that I'm shit at taking photos of interiors, I'd be thrilled to show you all we've done.

So for now, take my word (and this single photo) for it.
Plus my sore back.

I'll return with more pics, because I know you must dying - just dying! - to see it all;O)

the pointer

 You know how some people purse their lips, suck in their cheeks, and make a V-sign whenever someone flashes a camera in their face? Well, dad strikes this pose. The pointer. Go figure.
By the way, aren't they becoming those new sunglasses of his? They're the ones my sis and I got him for his birthday:O)

weekend grub

We've been fast-fooding it up around here this weekend, albeit in that nice, slow, homemade way. I made a pizza for lunch, which forgiveth me for being cocky, was just about the best pizza I've ever tasted. It had spicy arrabiata sauce, fresh mozzarella and San Marzano tomatoes, gorgonzola, and spinach drenched in olive oil and garlic. Yumdidum!

the good life in Sweden

My mama-san started a blog! And she's documenting all the garden planning (and then some) that she and her hubs are doing at their country house outside Stockholm.

This spring they're building a pool - and it's starting to look pretty darn great! - so for now, that's mostly what it's about. My mamma is a DIY whiz though, so before you know it, she might give you a tutorial on how to upholster furniture, build a solid wall out of rocks, or make elderflower squash.

It's called Livet på Tjuvesta - "Life at Tjuvesta" - the latter being the name of the house. (They name their houses in the Swedish country side you see. Like, the name is a part of the official address. Pretty neat right?)

Saturday, May 14, 2011

couch hypothesis

Last night, as Johan and I had just cuddled up on the couch to watch an episode of The Sopranos, he suddenly turned to me and said in a dead-serious manner: "Hey, should we perhaps download rent that Gwyneth Paltrow movie where she plays a stewardess?"
Image via IMDB.

Needless to say, I taunted him for that question for the rest of the evening, chanting "you have a crush on Gwyyyy-neth" until he finally smacked my face and pushed me down the stairs. 
Image via IMDB.

So that's how we wound up watching "View from the Top" this afternoon (it was pouring outside, so it felt perfectly legit to do), and Johan looked just about the happiest I've ever seen as we were watching Gwyneth Paltrow bitch fight Christina Applegate for flight attendant greatness, all while falling irretrievably in love with Mark Ruffalo, of course.

Which was kind of interesting. Because not too long ago, I read a really cool article on the comedienne Anna Faris in The New Yorker (gotta love their thorough reporting on popular culture!), in which the writer discussed the fact that, blockbuster-wise, female-driven comedies rarely do well, because they don't appeal to the male species. And bawdy female-driven comedies? Forget about it. At least that's been the Hollywood perception so far.
Image via The New Yorker.

After experiencing Johan get all giddy about Gwyneth however, here's what I'm hypothesizing: Men do enjoy female-driven comedies (especially if there's a little eye candy there usually is). Men also enjoy female-driven romantic comedies. They just don't want anyone but their significant others to witness them indulge. And here's my third hypothesis: Once Hollywood gets around to actually producing them, men will also enjoy bawdy female-driven romantic comedies. They may not like to watch them at the movies. But from the safety of their home and with a girlfriend as their alibi? You betcha!

So bring them clever and bawdy female comedians on, and produce  more comedies where the men are nothing but silly sidekicks. The male audience will eventually learn to openly enjoy them, I'm sure. They're not at all the fussy spectators we make them out to be, I think.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Baked Goods

I remember reading a comment somewhere, on a Swedish blog perhaps, where a girl said that whenever she had one of those days, where she felt she hadn't accomplished anything, then she'd bake a cake in the evening, and feel all better again.

I think I know exactly what she means. I haven't baked for something like two weeks (must be a record, for chrissakes!), and have honestly been feeling a bit out of sorts, as if I'm constantly lacking behind, never able to catch up.

But this evening, while Johan cooked us an early dinner, I whipped up a a batch of buttery lemon syrup muffins. And while they didn't exactly make me feel on top of things, I do feel better. Honestly I do.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Stockholm. From both sides of Skeppsholmsbron.

Each time I visit Stockholm, I secretly think to myself that it's so much more gorgeous than Copenhagen. All that sea. All those pastel-colored buildings. All those balconies.

There, I said it. Now it's out in the open.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

grandparents with lunch

One of the best things about going to my grandparents' house is the crisp bread and cheese that pretty much goes on the table with every meal.

Oh, and the fresh berries and cream for dessert too, of course.

And being reminded that I share my DNA with these two lovely people.

How lucky am I?

this morning. with the country folk.

Friday, May 6, 2011

boy met girl

Since I was here last, the GB ice cream guy hooked up with a girl. Were they inspired by this, I wonder?

Hello from Sweden!

I'm visiting my moms, as they say in the ghetto, although I never quite understood why?

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

instant delight

How lovely is this music video? Watched it on Cellar Door, and it instantly made my day.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


turns out, painting Johan's apartment is kind of a massive deal

When I stepped through the front door on Monday evening, this was what greeted me: A household turned topsy-turvy and Johan maneuvering a paint roller attached to a five foot stick.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

trees abloom and blues skies abound

Johan and I spent our Saturday afternoon on a Copenhagen walkabout, drifting through a couple of neighborhoods, and coming across a dog run (had no idea that existed in this city!), which nevertheless sat sadly deserted. We saw some mediocre art shows, and stopped by a busy sidewalk cafe and asked the waiter what the wait was. When he shrugged his shoulders and indicated that was the silliest question he ever heard, I felt like sitting him down for a serious lecture on the business of waiting tables and on how, in New York, no maitre d' in his right mind would ever think of not giving a potential customer an honest estimate. I didn't though. Instead we did a 180 and walked off to greener pastures, where we sat down to lunch on shrimp and fishcakes by the sea.