Midsummer’s Eve in Hyde Park

We’d been planning since Easter, Miss E and I. Amending the menu, adding a dish here a dish there, contemplating what drinks to bring. And then finally the big day came: Midsummer. This tradition won’t make sense if you’re not Scandinavian. No other nationality lust after the light as much as we do. No one takes so much pride in dancing around a May pole, singing songs and drinking snaps. No one understands how awful it feels when your pessimist friend says “That’s it, it will only get darker now”.

An edible Chanel sausage

I spotted this in Trendland’s newsletter the other day and loved it. ‘The Fabulous Food’ series by Swedish Linus Morales is quite excellent. A great fusion of fashion and food, I feel particularly inspired by the Swedish red sausage (falukorv). Although I don’t actually eat this pork ring (sometimes school canteen memories can’t be erased) I do like its pert shape and strong colour. How Coco would’ve reacted is a different story though. 

Jazz it up with blueberry buns

I baked all Sunday long. Bread and buns. I woke up with a terrible headache (this might have been due to some Saturday night activities), but still managed to stick to my tight baking schedule.

Soy sauce not needed

On Thursday night I had a wow-meal. The restaurant, Yashin, will always be imprinted on that part of the brain, which somtimes sends out an impulse saying “I crave that restaurant”. After two rather disappointing meals at Eight Over Eight and Nobu, I was in a Japanese food rut. Yashin however, has brought back the spark.

On the road

I’m sitting on a train to Penzance trying to amuse myself. This is a 5 ½ hour journey so I have plenty of time to kill. Especially since we’ve only covered half of it.