Saturday, March 31, 2012

Perhaps I should do a shoe series?

I seems that more often than not, I step out of my shoes right by the palm tree. And more often than not, I catch myself thinking the tableau looks so pretty;O)

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Remember this?

We brought the Stockholm poster back home to Copenhagen when we were in New York in summer, but didn't get around to framing it until just recently.

I'm not crazy about it's current position though. It's a little too erect and center for my taste;O)

Sunday, March 25, 2012

bring on the fugu

I've finally started reading up on Tokyo, particularly on food, and was kind of amused to read in my Lonely Planet that shabu-shabu is one of the dishes particularly favored by foreign visitors in Japan, namely because "you get to cook it yourself at the table". (If you're new to shabu-shabu, I think it's best described as a Japanese version of fondue, the man difference being that you create a broth as you cook your beef and veggies, and that you drink said broth at the end of the meal.)
Johan and I tried it for the first (and hitherto only) time at Shabu-Tatsu in the East Village, and while the taste struck me as kind of bland, it was far outweighed by the excitement of sitting in my own little dining booth, getting steam in my face, having two kinds of dipping sauces at my disposal and getting to handle thin slices of marbled, raw beef with chop sticks!
Which makes me realize how right the Lonely Planet writers probably are in their observation, even though it struck me as kind of random at first. When I think of it, my appetite for "non-western meals" is just as much founded in a desire for different rituals, procedures and etiquette as it is for different flavors. 

So, Tokyo tourist traps, here I come. As long as you let me cook my food at the table, that is.


Tulips from Johan's mum:O)

Friday, March 23, 2012

think of the environment when you poop

I read a post yesterday on A cup of Jo - "Do you pee in front of your significant other?" - and was surprised to read the comment section from where I learned that a guesstimate of 30 % of the people who left an answer, said that they feel so awkward about going to the bathroom when their spouse or boyfriend is in their vicinity, that they actually turn on the faucet to cover up any unflattering noise. I'm not saying this procedure was entirely unknown to me, but on the other hand, doesn't having the faucet on at full force for an entire minute or two just make what you're up to even more conspicuous?

Anyway, this morning I heard about a new, clever app created on behalf of the Brazilian sustainability institute Akatu for World Water Day: "Fake Shower", it's called and if you haven't already guessed it, it makes the shower noise for you when you feel a need to cover up whatever you're up to in the bathroom ;O)

Thursday, March 22, 2012

make of it what you will

Some of you readers may recall a certain day back in July 2009, when I posted a picture of a kid in a 1970s ad, which my boss had e-mailed me along with the message: "Your sister?". Every now and then I show that picture to others, kind of hoping they'll say, nah, that doesn't look like you at all. They never do though. Instead they just go kind of quiet and I wind up thinking to myself: Shuck, she really does look like me.

So imagine my surprise, when I came across this post yesterday and it dawned on me (well, admittedly it didn't dawn on me until several hours later, but that's a different story...) that that girl, whom I kind of look like, isn't a girl at all, but the child actor Mason Reese, who stared in numerous 1970s ads.

There are a couple of interesting things about this "finding", and I thought I'd share two.

1) I now know what 'll look like when I grow up: A friendly dumpling. And I can only hope that I will grow to be an equally successful, downtown restaurateur as he.

2) It turns out that Masson Reese the child and Sarah the adult, have more or less the same voice.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

pretty in pink

I made Johan and I a frothy raspberry elderflower slushy-drink-thingy after work. I kind of regret I didn't booze it up a bit, because I think it would have been quite a treat with a dash of gin in it.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

can we put Sunday on repeat, please?

one of the cool things about having a blog is...

...that you can post a picture of a pair of red shoes looking pretty against the backdrop of electric wiring and a houseplant. Had I not had this little outlet on the web, I wonder if I even would have stopped to admire this silly, little mundane "tableau", let alone fetched my camera to shoot it.

Monday, March 12, 2012


Although originally a Jewish/European recipe, I don't think I've ever come across this American coffee shop staple on this side of the pond. And so, to satisfy my cravings, I decided to make rugelach myself yesterday.

And they turned out delish, if I may say so myself! Adding cream cheese to a traditional shortcrust pastry really worked wonders, as they magically turned crispy and chewy all at once - of course aided by the apricot jam filling that seeped out and caramelized the whole ordeal.

I used Smitten Kitchen's recipe for rugelach pinwheels but substituted the walnuts with salty pistachios to give them a little extra flavor.

Sunday, March 11, 2012


When we were in Stockholm the week before last, Johan and I went out for lunch at a most amazing place. KB, it's called - short for Konstnärsbaren, Swedish for the artists' bar. It opened back in 1931 and it's still decorated with the original gorgeous art work and furniture. If you go (which you must if you visit Stockholm), make sure to ask permission to see the upstairs dining rooms before you leave. That's where some of the real art gems are:O)

Bottom photo borrowed from KB's website.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


I spent the morning at a huge, overpriced flea market.

I got a big, old wooden frame, and the first thing I did when I got home was break its glass in two. 

breakfast with cheese

We decided to have breakfast at the dinner table this morning as all that slouching and dining on the couch is starting to give us the posture of Jabba the Hut. We're just steps away from that point where you begin to make groaning noises when you have to get up from the couch;O)

Thursday, March 8, 2012


Watch this video on Kony!

No, just kidding;O)

It's just a good song, is all. It's so deliciously late 80s and showy and reminds me of how a World Cup theme song ought to sound.

missing NY in Spring, I am

It's funny how certain seasons makes me miss New York so much I get all restless and fidgety. The mere idea of spending a March day with 18 degrees Celsius outside and knowing that cherry trees in bloom are lurking just around the corner simply makes makes my head spin.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

in anticipation of Japan

We found this little sushi spot by the Central station in Stockholm, which, in my mind, is pretty close to what a low-key Japanese eatery should look like. In Denmark, unfortunately, most Japanese restaurants have this really sad, minimalist lounge-y look and atmosphere, so this was a most welcome experience:O)

By the way, in exactly one month we'll be leaving for Tokyo! Drum roll, please.

another two pieces of Sweden

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Hallen 2012

I have a felling I wind up shooting the exact same two stalls inside Hallen every time I visit Stockholm. At least I did in 2008 - ha!

A week ago today...

...I had lunch at this spot in Stockholm. Prinsen, it's called and I can't recommend it enough. It was my third time there and every time that I've gone I sit and marvel at its gorgeous interior. I mean, check out this dining booth. I kind of wish I had a dining booth like that at home.
Anyway, I had Bouillabaise, which was far too perfect not to photograph.

My mom had a Swedish classic, biff Wallenbergare. I think the colors are just perfect.
Johan had the fish version of the same dish.

I can't remember what my mother's husband had as his blood sugar levels dropped so low he had to throw himself at his dish as soon as it was served. Apparently my mother has taken to excuse him by mouthing "He has diabetes" to the waitresses whenever she finds that he's rushing them too much for not bringing him his food fast enough. 

He doesn't though. Have diabetes, I mean.
And here's Johan and I, looking pale and wintery. Johan recently had a very short haircut, so these days I refer to hims as Private Mau.

Mau being his last name.