Waiting time

Ten minutes later its still not ready and all "raw" in the middle. Ive now given it 15 more minutes in the oven but I still cant smell it. This kind of worries me, How can it possibly taste when it doesnt smell? Probably not much. All I can do is to give it a try.

The flavours of the cake are very timid and mild. At first hand, not even noticable. The cake is a big dissapointment. During the second bite I start to taste something. A microtouch of sweetness. And with that came more. However it required a deep amount of concentration to taste its full body of flavours, or lack of them, some sweetness here, a slight hint of fig. Figtouched topnotes meets earthlike bottoms. The syrup has made the corners and the back of the cake quite fudgy, almost like butterscotch. This is the main reason why the cake is edible. Actually its quite nice, in a shy kind of way.

Limited Cake

Its late, I want to eat. I woke up around 1 pm, so it feels like its maximum 11ish. Meaning, feels like having supper. A limited supply of ingredients at hand. I make bacon with eggs. Milk with chocolate. The very last drops of milk. Its not enough, apparently I want more. I type "cake with eggs without milk" in the top right g:window. Reminiscing the delicious chocolatecake ma amie P made for her hyperallergic son. I dont have pure cacao though. Only this fairtrade ready-to-mix-with-milk thing.

The top searchresult with recipes is a forum for allergic people. Chocolatecake . The ingredients of it matches my very scanty supply. I switch wheatflour for rye one and due to the absense of pure cacao I add golden syrup, some lingonberry jam and also some crunchy müsli to it.

The cake is in the oven right now. The recipe said up to 1 h of cooking, but since I took only half of everything Im guessing maybe also half that time. Thats in ten minutes.

Patterns WITHIN and WITHOUT?

We all have patterns in our lifes that rule our acting, our being our life. Some stay forever, some come back and some of them we can change - but first we need to be aware of them. Like the geometrical symbols found in a suburbian tunnel seemed to have been there forever, without me even noticing them. And the pink-orange pattern on the "oldsubway" walls just came back to catch my eye.

Traditions...

My take on traditions has been trough out my life to break them. I tend to always salute and honour everything that want to change them. Like I am some sort of anti-authority anarchist. I just hate being told what to do, at least by some outer force - like society. Pros and cons with that I guess. However I do create traditions on my own with my family and friends. The easteregg painting being one of them, this is how the eggs of 2011 turned out.

Beautiful Berlin and other STUFF like Im back!

Haven't written anything for ages, dunno why really, I guess I've been caught up in STUFF. The word of the day. STUFF. Says it all. I was stuffed.

Anyhow, I felt a sudden urge to get back to basic. To share delights again. To write.

I forgot myself and what was important I got lost in unhealthy loveaffairs and post-election depression.

dont know really where to start, so I just start here.

And now some environmental awareness

While browsing through the digital version of Dazed and Confused I came across an american artist named C. Finley who's working on a project involving the streets, or more correct the trash, of New York. With the Wallpaper Dumpster project Finley creates awareness on something we normally dont want to see, the dumpster, which, in Finley's world, is decorated with the most beautiful wallpaper she could find. In this modern age people just consume and consume, just throwing away the waste without considering the consequences. Finley wants us to rethink our consumerism and the way we treat the waste. As most enlightened people of today know the mother earth is in serious danger of becoming over-heated and over-polluted. We all need to react now. Similar activism can also be spotted on the streets of Stockholm, this cute little fellow we found at Tjärhovsgatan.

Photos via: Dazeddigital.com and the Goldsmith

MAH-JONG. When Sweden was cool

Once upon a time three young women, Helena Henschen, Veronica Nygren and Stina Torsson started a fashioncompany. The year was 1966 and quickly people realised they created more than just clothes. The women were equally interested in politics as they were talented designers.

Mah-Jong made woven fabrics in vivid colours with graphic swirling patterns. There motto was that the garments should last longer than just over the season. They were against the fashion-industry's over consumption attitude, instead they wanted to create new collections every year that could be mixed and matched with the old lines. They criticized and pointed out the link between the fashion industry and the poverty of the third world. They constantly reacted against injustice around the world, making people aware of the problems. For instance they protested against the US bombings of Vietnam by switching their own ads in the subway replacing them with pictures of the war.

Long live the revolution!