Showing posts with label stu learning to cook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stu learning to cook. Show all posts

06 January, 2011

My favorite Egypt purchase


I thought I'd show off the most interesting thing that found its way back to Stockholm in our bag. I bought next-to-nothing, despite how cheap it all was. And hey, it has directions in Arabic and Farsi, and was less than half the price of a box in Sweden. I also have a bday coming up, so I thought I'd make Stu's life easier!

More soon. In fact, I'd say get ready for an onslaught of Egypt...we took 1000 pictures and Stu kept a journal. But now, laundry...so much sand in everything!

16 September, 2010

He is so good

This one deserved its own post (as positive reinforcement.)  I called up Stu yesterday while at work and told him I wanted meat for dinner. Nothing specific, it just had to be red meat of some sort. I must need iron or something. I really wasn't expecting much, maybe frozen Swedish meatballs or the offer of taking me out to McDonalds for a "burger."
But he made a pot roast! And a GOOD one! All by himself (with a little guidance from a recipe and some wisdom from his mama.)


I just had to share that. I like it when he makes me dinner.

27 November, 2009

Tacksägelsedagen

aka Thanksgiving!

Because you wanted to see pictures of a turkey (I call him Stu.)


It was our first-ever time being in charge of making a large, gibblety game bird edible. We ordered the thing 2 weeks ago, but it wasn't until Monday that the grocery store told us they *might* not get our bird, so JLP & I spent Monday scouring grocery store freezers and the butcher counters. We got one, conveniently, at the turkey store in Östermalm (who knew they had a store dedicated to turkeys in a country that doesn't seems to eat them!?)  It set us back about $90, but we walked out with a giant frozen 7.3kg (thats over 16 lbs!)

We had 14 in our tiny apartment for dinner.  Someone lent extra chairs and someone brought extra forks. It started an hour and a half late because turkeys take longer to cook than the Butterball website tells you (lesson learned.) Thankfully, it was potluck. But there was all the reminders of home:
turkey, green bean & sweet potato casseroles, stuffing, jelly & fresh cranberry sauces, Coca-cola, rolls & gravy, punkin and apple pies, hooooly, we stuffed ourselves silly.

 

 

 

 

 

 
 





One of the best on record. We are thankful to have gotten to spend it with some great friends, new & old, in lovely little Stockholm.

12 November, 2009

The Zen of Kvarg?

Another food-related post. Sorry if they are boring...its just such an adventure attempting to navigate the livsmedelsaffär (grocery store) or to make meals that feel like home. American home.

Stu had a rough day or two...he is currently working on a big project to present to the Swedish state-owned pharmacy monopoly Apoteket.  A little background: you can't get most over-the-counter drugs in Sweden without a prescription, and then only at Apoteket (but we arrived prepared...we brought a giant box of Dayquil & Nyquil!) Earlier this year, it was decided that the monopoly should be broken up, and just Monday, it was announced that more than half of the 900 pharmacies were sold off to private companies. And this whole issue served as a live case module for Stu's management class. He can write more if I am leaving big details out, but they have to pitch their strategies for marketing and managing the transition to the big shots at Apoteket very soon.

Anyway, a rough day or two working on this project. We both have been sleeping crappy, watching True Blood too late into the night, and working a lot. And he got a haircut (finally) that was a little shorter than he wanted. In fact, he said he was emphatic to the hairdresser that he wanted "just a trim, keep it long" but it is shooooort. Maybe Army short?  And we hadn't gone to the grocery store, so there was no food in the fridge. So I guess when he stopped by the store for the basics, the lasagna noodles screamed out to him. Like "eat me, I remind you of home!"  So expecting to make a meal, he bought the noodles, and an onion, some parmasan, and some tomato sauce.

But no ricotta or mozzarella. Sweet man, he tries.  I ran out for the cheeses and more veggies, but you can't find ricotta cheese here (or I can't find ricotta cheese here.)  I know you can make it fairly easily at home, but that requires cheesecloth, and I am pretty sure cheesecloth doesn't translate to "ost duk." Stu had that problem when he went to buy shortening (like, the margarine-y stuff, because when you plug "shortening" into Google Translate, you get förkorta which is more like the verb or art term. Swedes would look at you like you were crazy if you were at the store wanting to buy foreshortening.)

So no ricotta. But I have seen cottage cheese, and figured that if I spiced & herbed the crap out of the lasagna, no one would notice...same texture, right? But Lidl (the supremely cheap grocery store around the corner) didn't have anything labeled "cottage cheese." They did have an opaque tub of something called Vähärasvainen Maitorahka Kvarg near the creme fraiches and the grädd.  Don't ask me how to pronounce that first part, I think its Finnish. I zeroed in on the "Kvarg" part.  Sounds disgusting.  But I bought it anyway.  Don't say I'm not adventurous.


Well, turns out kvarg is not ricotta or cottage cheese-like in consistency. Not even close. More like sour cream or greek yogurt.  And after some heavy-duty googling (yeah, it took a while! My research skills are rusty!) I came to the conclusion that what I had bought was Quark (thank you, Wikipedia, for pointing out how different it is from cottage cheese and ricotta). Its fairly common in Eastern Europe. But they don't even sell it in the US because it isn't pasteurized. No wonder.

So, I have no ricotta with which to make Stu a homesick lasagna. Even better, now I have 500 grams of creamy, sour, un-ricotta-like kvarg in our fridge to figure out what to do with. And soon, because I opened the thing, and its not pasteurized!  Not to mention that Stu is spending the weekend in Germany, so I am also on my own as far as eating it, whatever it is.

Anyone ever kvarged before? Should I attempt the kvargcake in the wikipedia picture? God, that just sounds gross.  And more importantly does anyone want to send me some cheesecloth?

29 October, 2009

Sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun!

Its been a rainy week, and I haven't seen the sun for days. But its out this morning!!  Thats worth posting about, I think.

I'm done with working regularly. And my last day as a "barnflicka" went out with a bang...the 3-year-old girl peed her pants in the living room before I could airlift her to a toilet. Not only did she pee her pants, but also her socks and the rain boots she was wearing. And then her 1-year-old brother tried to "help" me mop up the pee with his sleeves. How much fun did I have cleaning on Tuesday!?!?  She wasn't even upset about wetting herself, but she cried like a banshee because her last bite of pepparkakor (cookie) fell in her puddle. Fun times.
But to celebrate, Stu cooked me dinner all by himself and took me to see "Julie/Julia" (he got to see Zombieland, so I got to see a chick-flick about Julia Child, who is the awesomest. Its fair.)

I also started Swedish classes this week. Its called SFI, Swedish for Immigrants, and its free. In fact, Im told that the government used to *pay* immigrants to take Swedish language courses to help them assimilate, but not no more. The teacher is really enthusiastic and she speaks only in Swedish, which is great! So far, its a mix of cultures and ages in the class, but everyone speaks perfect English, so some of the horror stories I've heard don't seem to be pervasive. We'll see how it goes...

12 October, 2009

Adventures in Cooking


We try to teach Stu about the wonders of cooking. He's coming along. With a few minor (burned) experiments along the way of course.

However:

A: You saute some mushrooms and then add a little crème fraiche.

S: ...Ah, c
rème fraiche. Of course... Is that like fresh cream?

A: No, it's like a thinner sour cream.

S: So by fresh it's meant sour?

A: Yes.

He still has a long way to go. And you thought we had troubles with fil.