Occasionally when I decide it’s time to exercise, I walk home from work. It’s a nice 45 minute walk and I walk past great restaurants and shops I vow to revisit. As such, I walked passed Markham Inn on Chelsea Green one day. I had also read about it in an Italian magazine and figured that if they talk about it in Milan, it must be good enough. N.B. I don’t actually speak Italian, so the Italian had to translate as I mostly understood ‘brunch’ and ‘Markham Inn’.
My colleague Miss C is teaching me the ins and outs of English life and customs and today she introduced me to Easter biscuits. I didn’t get to try them, they were reserved for her ‘boy of the moment’, but I must say they look very appetising.
Sunday morning I got up and made carrot cake. I have tons of cookbooks at home, but they’re merely there as an ornament, I rarely use them. Seeing as the family was coming over for lunch I wanted to make something else than the tried and tested spongecake for dessert. Carrot cake is fairly failproof, so I turned to Anna Bergenström and her Anna’s Kakbok (Anna’s cake book).
April in Sweden is most certainly not like April in England. The trees aren’t blossoming and the turf is brown. But there are some signs that spring is on its way.
I’ve made it home to K-town for the weekend and it’s marvellous. Marvellous in a sense that I can eat as much candy as I want, see as few people as possible and experience spring all over again.