Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Pastry Poetry


Ode to the semla 


You delicious treat of cream and puff
served in cafes during Easter season
filled with sugar and delicious almond stuff
to eat you, does one even need a reason?

You were created for decadence
before the arrival of Lent.
Thank goodness our indulgence 
allows the rules to be bent.

Now you are found as Christmas buns disappear -
extending the season for this fika pleasure -
like up goes the tree as Thanksgiving tables are cleared.

It makes me so happy when the semlor appear.
Sweden, these may be your greatest culinary treasure.

Even if my face does end up smeared!

Photo shoot by Heather Murph.



It's the little things - Red Letter Days

In Sweden people often refer to "week 8" when describing when something will happen, rather than the week of February 17th, as we might in the U.S.. And then there are Red Days...

Sundays and other holidays are marked in red in calendars. Often people ask about schedules and say, "it's a red day" to signify that it's a holiday, a day off of work when official departments or offices will be shuttered. In my head I translated the idea "red letter day" = "holiday". I got myself a Swedish agenda/calendar for 2013 and was ready any red letter day or scheduling challenge sent my way. And forgot about it.

A few months ago I encountered this parking sign :

Say what?


I texted my Swedish friend who I borrowed a car from. It was 8:30pm on a Friday night. Could I park here? Did I have to pay for parking? I was confused. She texted back, "you can park there, but I think you have to pay". I parked and later that night got a parking pass until 9:30am Saturday (so I could head out for a big grocery shop before returning the car).

More recently I parked on this block a bit more regularly and was sure to move my car as close to 7am as possible. Then I spoke to a Swedish friend who is younger and therefore more recently got his license (plus averse to getting parking tickets). He explained:

The red lettered part of the sign means that on a red letter day those are the hours you can park there. The letters in parentheses are for the days before a red letter day i.e. a Saturday. Jaha. (Swedish expression of acknowledgement like "ah" or "aha")

Well, my Moleskin 2014 date book* has weeks numbered but no red letters - it's all black and let's you put in your holidays yourself with colorful stickers. Very international of it.

With a quick internet search I discovered this red letter thing is actually a thing. It arises from medieval church calendars. It's not just a weird Scandi countries thing - other places like the U.K. and even beyond Europe use it. What's up U.S.? Holding out like you do with our customary units of measure. No, this is different, don't even get me started on the sensibility of the metric system

Time to get back to week 13, er, I mean the week of March 24th.

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*purchased at a Berlin train station bookstore to break a 20 euro bill in order to have enough change for a storage locker

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Random thoughts during study breaks

If you struggle with wanting to save mementos - everything from old boarding passes to tickets from museums and plays, Snapchat can be good practice. Well, at least it is for me.

I have albums of loved ones on my phone. It's great how much easier it is to take and send images (thank you, iPhones). At my parents house I have boxes of organized photos waiting to be added to actual albums or scrapbooks. Whenever I download digital files from my camera I have a hard time eliminating any, even the blurry ones - I save them "just in case".

For people with pack-rat-ism in their blood (let's reserve the term "hoarder" for particularly severe cases), Snapchat is a good practice of self-discipline. I could Instagram the picture or Whatsapp it and it would save to my phone. But Snapchat allows me to share the moment and move on. I'm sure some treasures will be missed out on, but good to practice letting go, even of small things. 

(And as all the teenagers sending inappropriate pictures are warned - these photos are all backed up in some "cloud": so be careful. Or in my case ... That treasure would just take some dedicated detective work to find - it's not really gone.) 


At the library studying!