Food

How to make your own vinegar

By Catherine on Sun, 10/09/2016 - 05:28
I have a Mother of Vinegar! I’ve had it for over ten years now and it continuous to produce vinegar. I must admit though that it started out as a mistake. A Mother of vinegar is a bacterial entity developed from fermenting cellulose. It turns alcohol and oxygen into acetic acid, i.e. it produces vinegar.
Salmon Sushi

How to convince someone to eat raw fish

By Catherine on Sat, 10/01/2016 - 18:55
After all the Christmas food, cookies and candy, some of us might need to loose some weight. I'm not pointing my finger to anyone, but let's just face the facts. Christmas is a time for over-indulging food, and that tends to have consequences. Some of my friends have a fondness for sushi, especially after Christmas since they think that sushi is a perfect diet food. I don't agree.

All about Apples, part 3

By Catherine on Tue, 09/27/2016 - 05:13
Let's wrap up the apple postings. We have two types of apples left. Juice- and wax apples.
In our orchard we have both red and green juice apples. When you microwave them they behave similar to compote-apples, though you feel the difference when you eat them. They are so moist so they drip when you cut into them.

All about Apples, part 2

By Catherine on Wed, 09/21/2016 - 05:05
Let's continue to talk about apples. In our garden these apples are the next batch to mature and I simply call them Apple-pie apples, since that's what they do best. You can probably find them in different colors; but our varieties are yellow-red and slightly larger than our other apples, more oval than round in their shape.
A planter with dirt

Thoughts about food

By Catherine on Mon, 08/01/2016 - 02:34
The quality of food and what we really eat is important for me. I strongly believe that we need to eat more natural things. The more you can understand what's on the label, the better I believe that the food is for us.

Sound - the new spice

By Catherine on Tue, 03/08/2016 - 04:42
We eat with our eyes, that’s a known fact. I didn’t know that sounds also could affect how we experience food. I knew it could affect behavior; a special type of music makes you shop more, or eat faster. But this story fascinated me.

The accidental potato chips

By Catherine on Sat, 02/27/2016 - 04:39
My mother loves potato chips, though she regards them as sinfully fattening. I partly agree, since the tradition in our home was to eat chips with sour mayo. When I grew up, and she and I had a girls-night. We always opened a bag of salted potato chips.

Grandmas marshmallows

By Catherine on Sat, 02/20/2016 - 04:54
Correct med if I’m wrong, but I feel like the younger generation looks upon marshmallows like a treat. On a stick, in s'mores or eaten as is in colorful shapes. It was different for my grandma. For her marshmallows where an ingredient. You used it for something, and like cookie dough, mustered powder and candid sugar; you shouldn’t eat it raw. That wasn’t good for you.

Sometimes you just see them

By Catherine on Mon, 12/28/2015 - 04:50
It's fun when you look at things and don't realize they have a purpose, beyond the obvious, and someone spent a lot of time on it. For me Pizza boxes is one of those things.
When you work with books, websites and magazines like I do, you always work with a design perspective. For me, that affects how I look at things in life.

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Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.

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He looked at me with his big, black eyes and he wasn’t scared. When I took a few steps away from the porch, he turned around and walked towards a pile of wood, that my husband had… more

She sat there staring through the airplane window. It was blue sky as far as Helena could see – no other planes, no nothing. If she leaned towards the window, she could see the clouds down below. It was the perfect weather for traveling.

"What are we doing here?" she quietly asked herself. "Is this crazy?"

Helena gazed at her seven-month-old baby boy, soundly asleep in her arms… more