Friday, March 23, 2018

Walking the paths and a Swedish Cream Cake recipe

The weather has been totally bonkers lately with unpredictable mood swings up and down. And so my back seem to have joined this erratic behaviour as well. After last weeks great progress, I must have overdone it in pure euphoria later on and have been suffering great pain in my lower back for about a week. I'm so disappointed to be sent all the way back to square one after months of careful recovery exercises to meet my goals of a life without pain.

It is surprising how pain instantly sends me into a dark place of lethargy and loss of energy. Fatigue and lack of motivation do anything. Do we really need to eat? Why even bother to vacuum? Washing clothes? Really? Why even do anything today? Hopefully this will be over soon and my creative juices and energy levels will flow all back in like high tide.

Anyway, pain and bitter mumbling aside, I've been taking long walks in rain, wind , snow and sunshine. Because long walks is the only exercise I can do without hurting. I most often listen to Swedish Radio or podcasts and take my time to spot spring flowers, bugs and hairy cows. My daily walks have turned into great moments of "me-time" where everything is put on hold (clutter, dust bunnies, laundry piles and other boring chores and has to's) and I am able to just be in the moment. I love my walks. The naked trees stretching out towards the sky. Snowdrops spotted by the creek. Wood in rows, bee hives soon to be awakened...

A birthday tea party at my house with my dear Swedish girlfriends lightened up my week. We meet up too seldom. We need to talk more, laugh more, hug more and meet up more. So little time and so much chatter. So much love, coffee and Homemade Swedish Cream Cake with Berries. I had two pieces. Who can resist?

I have also been sort of creative. I started the joining process of my crochet patchwork project, bumped into first one problem and then another. I'll tell you more about that later. A while ago I finished the blue Olivia's Shawl. A project that was started in excitement and finished with deep disappointment... Using a 4ply sock yarn was not a great idea... The shape is odd, it wraps weirdly around my neck and it only looks good on pictures. Well oh well, I learned my lesson alright. This shows how an alternative yarn choice can put a pattern havoc. Lesson learned is: Always use the type of yarn recommended by the pattern. Or is this really a lesson learned? Last year I failed the Granny Cardigan doing the exact same thing if I remember it right... So silly. I never really learn do I?

So... things are what they are. The sun is shining and I'm going to hang some laundry outside to dry. Check my flower beds for spring bulbs shooting through and maybe, just maybe, I'll get around to tidy the house for the weekend. Or not. In the end I'm the only one who cares. The rest of the family are just as happy no matter what the mess looks like. There is something to learn from that, don't you think? Happy Friday my lovelies!

 Swedish Cream Cake with Berries

4 eggs
200 ml sugar 😳 (I know... but it's really good!)
100 ml white flour
100 ml potato flour
2 tsp baking powder.
250 ml full cream
200 g fresh raspberries
200 g fresh blueberries

1. Whisk eggs and sugar until fluffy and creamy white, a good 5 minutes or more.

2. Mix flour, potato flower and baking powder in a bowl and gently fold into egg mix until smooth.

3. Bake in breaded cake pan in the middle of oven for 30 min in 175C/350F.

4. When sponge is cool, whip the cream (no added sugar) until fluffy but not too stiff or too runny.

5. Splat (Yes! 😜) whipped cream on cake top with ignorance (the more imperfect the better!)  
to cover top and let drip down on sides.

6. Sprinkle with even greater ignorance, your berries on top.



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Monday, March 12, 2018

Feeling like a million bucks!

Photo: Freerangestock
Mr Pain, I can beat you!!! I will not allow you to abuse my body anymore. I will not have you dominate my life, limit my actions or ability to move and do the things I love to do. No longer will I be a slave to your manipulation. You might be there, but you don't own me. I own you. I'm in charge.

Today I proved to myself that I am in control. That I can live without you. It took me 3 months of hard work, determination and perseverance. Going to the gym, stretching and facing the fear of you every single day. Often you've been there, right up my face. Staring at me with your angry eyes. Making me feel small, scared and helpless. Wanting to give up. But I stood up to you. I took a deep breath and held my head up high. Pushed you to the side and did it anyway. I faced the fear. Held on to the steering wheel navigating towards my set goals.

Today I did the skipping rope. And not just that. I did double unders. And not just that. I was fierce. I mean, like a machine did I put hundreds of double unders behind me! I felt so strong. Nothing could stop me. I finished today's gym challenge with huge margin before all the others. And I cried. Of happiness. Of relief. Of exhaustion. That I can do this. I defeated you Mr Pain.



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Saturday, March 10, 2018

Feeling sentimental, feeling hopeful, feeling grateful, feeling love...

Spring, dear spring.
How I long for your presence.
Fill my trees with blossoms in the most delicate shades of pink.
Make the meadow green, lush and wild.
Let me hear the buzz from the busy bees, spot a bumble bee for the first time.
Bring bird song to my early mornings and warming sunlight when I go outside.
Give we a light breeze to dry my laundry.
Give me hope that our universe won’t get defeated by humans' need to consume and abuse the world and its resources until there will be nothing left...

Spring, dear spring.
Let me run around bare feet over the fields, remembering the joy of small things and adventures as they were when I was little and innocent, curious and pure.
I crave an honest life.
I crave simplicity.
I crave the moment I’m in.
Most of all I crave the feeling of love from what matters most in my life.
My children.
The next generation.
Our next spring.

Spring, dear spring.
I love you so.


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