Back in Stockholm, and Kerstin was ready to tickle our taste buds with another consumable delight that could really afford a re-name (thinking about Cheez Doodles). Big Swedish Sausage, I'm told, is quite typical Swedish fare.
I like cooked devon sandwiches, so I'm perhaps a little biased when I say the big slab of devony sausage cooked with slices of apple and some pureed tomato with cheese was moorish. It's probably not to everyone's taste, but, I'm assured, it's 'big' in Sweden. Besides, I could count on one hand the amount of times I have witnessed Kerstin cook, so overall it was a rewarding experience.
Served with rice, as Evan would say, "Wulla!" (voila)
Next day we attempted to walk off the sausage around the old part of Stockholm, Gamla Stan…
…but food was on the menu again
Meatballs
and delicious (sorry, but it really is) reindeer.
We worked that meal off the next day with a walk up to the top of the ski field, past the vege gardens…
Inspiring stuff. Every big city should have these green areas for sustainable living.
It's a long way to the top…
The vege gardens and the forest in the distance. Kerstin's apartment is to the right of the picture…
Out to a
that night.
Housing commission, Stockholm style. I love the big windows!
In Sweden, unlike so many other parts of Europe where the block-out metal shutters are installed on every window and seem to be always closed, the windows are big (like the sausages?), and the curtains open. I love to look, as I walk past, and wonder what people's lives are like inside.
Sun-lounge weather?
Wrong side of the tracks, kids?
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