While in Sweden I had pizza one day, and with it “pizzasallad”. It’s super common there, and is a “salad” made of cabbage with a dressing of oil and vinegar (plus spices). Some people don’t like it at all, but I love it. In the past, I’ve tried recreating it at home, but never with any particular success. Now, I’ve decided to try again, and to improve my odds, I’m trying two different approaches at the same time. A report will surely follow, but this is how one of them looked on Thursday morning:
I’m slowly working my way through this year’s “Sommar” in Swedish Radio. The talk I enjoyed the most while listening (so far) was by Stina Wollter, but the one I’ve referred to afterwards was this one (link) by Anne Sverdrup-Thygeson where she talked about insects.
We went to friends outside of Utrecht for good food and board games. A good time was had by all.
I went to the gym! It was the first time in a month, and I could feel that afterwards (like, biking home after doing those squats was not in any way pleasant). It was tough, but went OK, so pretty happy I even went.
Ok, let’s pretend it’s 3 weeks ago, and then read this post.
Jenny Colgan The cafe by the sea
Akwaeke Emezi Freshwater
Two measly books! (And the first one I’ve read before, but Lisa recommended the reader of the audio version, so I thought I’d give it a go, and made it through.) Slump month.
Big Bang Theory
Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Quicksand (org. Störst av allt)
OK. For someone who likes to watch 1 show at the time, this seems like a mess, but it’s actually working out alright. Designated Survivor surely took an odd turn from season 1 to season 2, but I’m alright with it. It reminds me (a little bit!) of the West Wing now. The Big Bang Theory also picked up in the last season! I’ve actually laughed a few times now, which didn’t happen in the previous 2-3 seasons. Queer Eye is just nice to watch if you’ve had a crap day, or you know, read the news.
When I grew up we didn’t have the channels where Fresh Prince was on, but we were thrilled when we managed to catch an episode when visiting grand-mom. Now it’s on Netflix, so I want to see what I missed. And Quicksand is based on a book I really enjoyed. And the author’s dad highly recommended the adaptation. (Like, they didn’t ask him because he’s her dad, but he’s a famous author and criminilogist in Sweden, so it was a side-question during an interview.)
The Mask You Live in
So, I was so fed up with work during the last few weeks. But I sucked it up and went “I just need a vacation, it’s been long.”. Well, now I’m back from vacation and guess what? I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. Bah.
Also, did not work out a single time during my time off. I don’t feel bad about it, but I would have liked to – it just didn’t pan out. I also didn’t read at all, so you know.
Have I had some of the most Swedish meals I know while staying with my brother? Yes, yes I have. Also, Dutchie imported surströmming since we went by car. No idea who he plans to eat that with.
What tied together the foods of this week was this: take-out. It was 30+ (celsius) here all week, with a peak of 38 degrees on Thursday. At those temperatures I’m busy just trying to be, and will definitely not cook. Most nights the winds turned in the evening, and everything cooled down with the sea breeze, but Thursday that didn’t happen – the winds came from inland, and at 11 pm it was still 33 degreees outside. I have sworn this: if we get a bonus at work next year, I’m buying an airco for the bedroom. I said that last year too, but then apparently convinced myself that we wouldn’t be getting 37 degree weeks anymore, that last year was just an anomaly. But I guess this is the normal now, so I’ll stop pretending it doesn’t happen.
I’ve started listening to a new podcast, that I found because they were commenting on someone elses post. Barnfrihet. It’s a pod all about people who don’t want to (and don’t) have kids. And all in Swedish.
Due to the above rant about the weather, I also didn’t set foot in the gym this week. I’m not that stupid.
I was going to do this post for last week, I really was. It just… never happened? I’ll share these new Instagram favorites I have instead.
“Oh no, did I step on your fragile male ego? I really didn’t mean to but… Actually yes, yes I did. Completely intentional. Ass.”
“Not all men are rapists.
Some tell rape jokes.
Some protect rapists.
Some shame rape victims.
Some remain quiet.”
Also “Mansbebisar” (“man babies”), but that’s very text-based and all in Swedish.
Phew, last week was pretty awful, and I need vacation, so I’ll leave it at this:
This week was pretty terrible, but I did manage to get to the gym one time – Friday morning, and it was pretty fabulous. I was there for an hour, and it was me and 1-3 others.
This post was written in the past, where I might have had a glass or two (too many) of wine. But I want to talk about Weeping Willows. Not the tree – the band.
I know I’ve mentioned Danny Saucedo in this blog before, and not Magnus Carlson, and it annoys me. I literally ONLY know Danny because of the Little Jinder cover he did and that Louise saw him in an airplane, while Magnus’ voice gives me goosebumps and his band make great songs with amazing lyrics. This must be corrected!
Back in my youth, there was a show on Swedish state TV (yes, we had 2 channels when I grew up. deal with it) about three brothers whose jobs it was to take care of a skiing slope (seriously, idk.. Pistvakt, click the link if you want details). I’d share a clip just to give you an idea of my cultural background, but it’s just ridiculously Swedish and I won’t do that to you. You’re welcome.
HOWEVER. There is a point coming up, I swear. The theme song of said show! Was by a band called Weeping Willows (I mean.. is? they still exist and make music). This:
I mean it. Goosebumps!
And with lyrics like:
Why must I be this kind of guy
Who never dares to look straight into your eyes
The truth would make you cry
So I’ll leave it up to you
I’ll treat you worse and worse ’til you’re forced to go
[When you are asleep]