Trattkantarell (Craterellus tubaeformis), a pretty cool looking beast, eh? Put it in a dry iron pan, let it steam off its fluids, add butter and let it gently fry on low temperature for as long as you can stand not eating it. It's DELICIOUS and they just sit around out there in the forest, waiting for someone to pick them. I love forest and forest loves me, too.
From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craterellus
The yellowfoot or funnel chanterelle (Craterellus tubaeformis) is a yellowish-brown and trumpet-shaped chanterelle found in great numbers late in the mushroom season, thus earning the common name winter mushroom. The cap is convex and sometimes hollow down the middle, and because of this it is also known as funnel chanterelle. The gills are widely separated, and of lighter color than the cap. It grows on moss or rotten wood, is found mostly in spruce forests. It is an excellent food mushroom, especially fried or in soups.
A pic of my mother, the artist Dagmar Glemme, just after she's been touching up one of her incredibly cool painted stone sculptures in her garden. Also notice her (once probably very expensive) golf sweater with a touch of new paint on it... That's one of the reasons we love her!
Having a burger at Max with a very pretty view sitting in front of me. Max has free WiFi which of course invites to a quick snap and an instant blog upload. Wife over WiFi!
The big "awww"-moment of the day, caught on film... You see, my cats very rarely show this kind of affection to one another. Usually it's a slap in the face, a hiss or an incredibly annoyed look at Nemo from the black beauty, lil Miss Cleo. This time, however, they found themselves sitting in the same boat: trapped in the bedroom with a scary old vacuum cleaner blocking the doorway. During these difficult five minutes of noise, solidarity was born in their little hearts. If cats knew how to surf the web, I know they'd both be terriby embarrased over this clip.
Found this old taken down railway bridge while exploring the surroundings with Azey the dog and my trusty cat Nemo. Felt like a mystical place...almost forgotten and well on it's way to be repossessed by nature. Fifty years ago both young and old passed over this bridge by train every day on their way to school or work; playing cards, chatting or doing the last bits of homework from last night. Now there are two stone altars facing each other over empty space and the constant flow of the river...
My cat Nemo, by the way, always follows me around when I'm out walking with the dog, no matter how far I go. He's one cool cat!
Signs like these are priceless, especially when found it in the rest rooms at my university. After all, it is an institution of education and it seems the learning never rests. I love the fact that we have a lot of international students. I know that somewhere in India there is a sign just like this, that reads "Strictly forbidden to dispose of used toilet paper into the toilet". It makes sense, after all, their sewage systems probably aren't up to the task of taking care of all that clogging paper. So that some people toss their "used" paper in the paper towel basket is merely an act of responsibility and consideration, and possibly also the consequence of skipping a few important pages in the Europe Traveler's Guide Book. I just find it very amusing to think about the string of events that led to the creation and hanging of these signs. A culture clash at its best!
Did you know that Buhunds
...have no concept of the words "lay down" unless you have food in your hand?
...will bark at kind people in the street if they don't remember seeing them before?
...will happily chase anything with four legs?
...will beat the cat to catching a mouse in the kitchen?
...do not care if they tear down stuff (not even an Xbox 360) while chasing cats inside?
...occasionally read the newspaper?
The kids just got this cool toy as a gift from their grandma in the United States, and we started working on it immediately! It's a kit of plastic gears and a little electric motor that you can build into a robotic creature of your own imagination. This was our first attempt to make a robot, and as you all can see it didn't take long before it started to kick poor Spiderman's butt!
However, as all super hero stories go, the villain gets it in the end. As Mr Roboto performed his victory dance it all went terribly wrong and Spidey survived to live another day. Still, something tells me that the mad scientists will return with more robotic trouble soon...
Quite amazing sunset in Ugglarp, Sweden! This nice pic (like most other pics in this blog) was taken with a Nokia N93 mobile phone and was not photo manipulated in any way. Great sunsets deserve Carl Zeiss.
"King Adolf Frederick of Sweden died of digestion problems on February 12, 1771 after consuming a meal consisting of lobster, caviar, sour cabbage, smoked herring and champagne, which was topped off by 14 servings of his favourite dessert: a semla served in a bowl of hot milk."
-- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semla
Yes, my friends, it's good enough to die for. This traditional Swedish pastry represents the ultimate in food pr0n. I pity the fool who yet hasn't experienced the state of bliss that only can be reached by sinking one's teeth into this voluptuous beauty of a bun. I wouldn't recommend 14 servings in one go, though. Although completely understandable and admittedly quite fit for a Swedish king, it's also practically asking for a Darwin Award. Eat one at a time and cherish every second of it. The fond memories of that special semla should last you a life time. Yummm!
