Tag Archives: Sweden

Gravlax

I’ve learned Kottsbullar from my neighbor, Swedish meatballs. Now I want to make gravlax on my own and give them some to taste. Both my next-door neighbors are Swedes. Go figure.

First I have to finish cleaning out the frig so I can place an entire tray in there with weights for 48 hours. And I have to do it when my husband is out of town because he is deathly allergic to fish and can’t even smell it.

I would like to make enough for girls’ night in, movie night, and for our two Swedish neighbors to give me feedback on what I can do better next time. Looking towards salmony-ness soon. Dee

ps When I make hors d’oeuvres for guests if it has nuts, I’ll put a nut on top. Anchovies, same. Fish, roe or something fishy if it’s fish. If it’s a small dinner party I suss out the allergies and dislikes. No broccoli? OK. Larger get-togethers, is’s better to “label” with ingredients. D

Kottbullar

Yes, we had Swedish meatballs delivered yesterday, direct from Sweden. Our neighbor G also gave us dark chocolate-covered toffee called Dumle, and Bilar, tiny marshmallows shaped like cars. I’ll wait until my husband comes home to try those. The chocolates are great and the kottbullar are in the freezer.

Neighbor G made us the tenderest and most succulent meatballs a few weeks ago before leaving for Sweden with his dad. He promised to teach me how to make them and I think I’ll teach him true Texas chili in return.

As a host gift for dinner I ordered Lingonberry jam and brought flowers. I ordered a jar for us too, and have yet to open it. It is so exciting to learn of cuisines we are not familiar with, and the only place I can think of that serves Swedish food is a couple of hours drive and inside an IKEA.

Of course I’ve my American (?), Italian, French, Greek and Brit cuisines. Boeuf Bourguignon, Spaghetti alla Carbonara, Moussaka, Moules Mariniere (from Scotland’s shores). Also Mexican cuisine, of course, and Canadian. But we rarely go north or south of the usual suspects.

Every once in a while we get to travel overseas for work and are able to settle in for a month or three. Aside from missing our dog, this is my favorite kind of visit. Several days in Scotland and I was sought out by all the Japanese tourists as an expert – I was not and told them so but taught them to go to the local sporting goods store to buy postcard stamps thus saving a couple of hours at the post office. Sneaky, my husband calls me.

My idea of the worst vacation in the world is 22 countries in three days. I like to do my research in advance, purchase museum passes for the time we’ll be there, and see everything my husband hates (art, botanical gardens) while he’s at work. In Scotland I also had a girlfriend from home who moved there so we met and spent two days a week touring castles and museums. And eating mussels and salmon as my husband is deathly allergic to anything that swims. Having a friend there is definitely an added bonus.

It was unnecessary and very kind of G to bring us gifts from Sweden. He misses his dad already, and so do I. It was nice driving him around town to see, what else, art and botanical gardens!

When I’m in a particularly spectacular surrounding I like to keep a file of up-to-date brochures and calendars in the guest room so if they want to ski or see summer Olympic skiers land in oxygenated water, or learn about Greater Sandhill Cranes during nesting season, or take the Town Lift up to the top of the mountain and hike down, they have options.

Your town has its treasures. Go to your visitor center and pick up a few brochures for guests. If someone is coming in from another country, try to have a menu that showcases your part of the country: Buffalo wings; BBQ; planked salmon; or huevos rancheros. Happy cooking! Dee

New Old Friends

A retired engineer came to town to visit his son, our neighbor, from Sweden. When my husband and I stopped by to say farewell yesterday I said that H did things with me that my husband would never do. Eyebrows were raised.

Art! And plants! Get your mind out of the gutter! We went to the art museum and I got to spend an hour in the modern art section (I think I actually jumped up and down when I saw a Giacometti across the room) and we were in sync with the art.

Yesterday was a bit disappointing as we tried one urban garden space that had nothing growing for the cold winter, foreswore another because of cold, wind and rain and finally went to an indoor garden and had a good morning.

They’re on a plane now back to Sweden. When son G returns next door he’s going to teach me to make his Swedish meatballs and I may teach him Texas chili in return.

In the meantime I love to make new friends and especially ones who like to go see the kind of events I love and my husband has no time for. The highlights were their dinner for us, and the modern art at our local museum. All the time I spent with H, even at the grocery store, I thought of my father and how I miss him. The partial deafness made me feel right at home. Cheers! Dee