We have a small orchard, which is very beautiful in the spring and great fun during the summer. At least if you can eat apples. I can’t because I am allergic. If I eat a raw apple, my throat starts to swallow and I can’t breath after a while.
I remember when I was a kid and the new subway line opened in Stockholm. Before it opened, you could visit some of the stations and walk around more freely, without the fear of being run over by a train. The new line was like an art installation, and my father and I was curious, so we went.
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.
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.
Animals fascinates us and we have a strong connection to the animals in our garden. Someone might say that we give them human characteristic, that might be true. When you follow them as closely as we do, you get a connection to them. Most of all, you start to see their behavior and differences.
After I wrote the piece about how to make popcorn I stumbled on this little story. I like "Great Big Story". It's the type of initiative that I believe the world needs right now. Something that makes you laugh and learn something new at the same time.
I can still feel the taste in my mouth. I wasn't particularly found of pasta as a kid. Summer holidays in Italy at a small family resort, who served pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner, made its mark. My mother still don't like pasta dishes, and I was probably the only kid who didn't eat spaghetti and meatballs.
I always have one foot in Texas, and when I saw this I found it to be so sad, especially since I love cats. I knew they had existed, and that they where on their way to be wiped out, but I didn't now that there where less than 40 of them in Texas. That's more than sad.
According to Washington Post yesterday, the sales of dried pasta has fallen 6 percent since 2009. The trend is the same all over the western world, even in Italy where the sales of pasta has plummeted by more than 25 percent. There’s mainly two reasons, gluten and carbs. Anti-carb diets have banned pasta as something evil.