The easiest foodgasm ever.

Today I got it so right with my cooking, that I decided to share it with you! I made stuffed eggplants and they’re probably amongst the easiest, healthiest, tastiest and cheapest things I’ve ever cooked! I used this recipe as a guideline, but mine were a bit different.

I started by halving the eggplant and scooping the flesh out, to leave two half skins.
I cooked the chopped eggplant flesh with some champignons that I had in the fridge until soft, then added a chopped onion and one clove of garlic. Seasoned with sea salt and black pepper.
When it was all a bit soft and mushed, I put the saucepan to the side and brought some tinned chopped tomatoes with some water and vegetable stock to a boil.
I added some uncooked bulgur (any lentils or rice or quinoa or equivalent would do, or nothing, if you’d rather) to the eggplant/mushroom mix and then mixed it with the tomato stock.
I filled the skins, adding some breadcrumbs, for the sake of a crust, and some ajvar, because I like the taste, and put it in the oven at 200°C for about 30 minutes.

Prepare yourselves for a foodgasm, guys. Just saying! Do attempt this at home!

The finished product!

The finished product!

After dinner I felt like something sweet and spontaneously made the easiest, tastiest, quickest cake, every Swede’s quick sugar fix, the Kladdkaka (Mud Cake). Here follows an easy recipe, I’ve put in clammers how I altered it, don’t be afraid of changing the ingredients and making it your own! Experiment more in the kitchen!

  • 100 g Butter (I used Coconut Oil, which is not only healthier, but also makes it taste like coconut, added bonus!)
  • 2 1⁄2 dl Sugar
  • 2 Eggs (I did use eggs, but you can swap them some corn or potato starch, to make the cake vegan)
  • 1 dl Flour (I used gluten free flour mix)
  • 3 tbsp Cocoa Powder (I put 1/2 dl, because it’s a chocolate cake, and I love chocolate.)
  • 1 tsp Vanilla Sugar (I used Real Vanilla Powder, be careful not to use too much, it will make the taste bitter)

Preheat the oven to 175°C. Melt the butter (or coconut oil), the original recipe says to melt it in a saucepan, but I find the microwave works just as well. Add the sugar and the eggs, stirring, mix it well. Add the remaining ingredients, stirring well and make sure everything is mixed. Pour the mix into a greased and breaded baking tin. Bake in the middle of the oven for ca 15 minutes. The cake should be hard and crisp around the sides and sticky in the middle. Let it cool before serving. It’s traditionally served with whipped cream or ice-cream, but I enjoyed it pure.

Heart shaped chocolate quick fix.

Heart shaped chocolate quick fix.

Easy, quick and TASTY! Let me know if you tried it and how it turned out! 🙂

A x

What’s your biggest weakness?

(A dark room in the back of Her mind. A single chair, where She is sat. A voice in Her head is interviewing Her.)

The Voice:     What’s your biggest weakness?

Her:     (cautious, lingering) I get attached. (pause, thinking, choosing her words) Way too easily. (pause, She gathers Herself) To people, places, things. Poetry. Songs, movies, emotions. Even to people I don’t know, places I’ve never been, things I’ve never owned. Books, fictional characters. I obsess. I get attached way too easily, and it hurts. Because way too often, I have to let go.

A x

8th of March…

…marks the most important day in the calendar. A day to remind people of the state the world is in today when it comes to gender equality. Or lack thereof. Gender inequality. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not there to celebrate women. Women (and men) should be celebrated all the time, we don’t need a special day for that. We do however still – in 2015 – need the reminder. The reminder that women get payed 10% – 30% less than men for doing the same kind and amount of work. That only 50% of the women in the world are employed. That still, to this day, in the west world, women have to defend themselves agains sexist comments or sexual harassment and shaming, everyday. That in many parts of the world women aren’t even in charge of their own bodies. That baby girls are being killed, all because of their gender. That femininity is seen as weaker that masculinity. That men are shamed for being feminine, emotional, in touch with themselves, taking care of their own children and defending women.

The world is far from equal and it’s high time that we do something real about this. Raise the awareness and see this as an urgent issue for the future of our race and our children.

I wish for all kinds of inequality and shaming of other people to disappear. Be it discrimination against gender, sexual orientation, race, religion, disability or whatever else. We are all people and we are all one. We need to be there for each other and help each other through this thing called life, because it’s hard enough as it is.

I wish to see the day, when we no longer need to mark the 8th of March, International Women’s Day, in the calendar. Because that is the goal.

A x

That time of the year.

It is way too early, but spring is in the air. The wet, fresh smell of primavera hit my nostrils today. It makes my brain confused, because it does hurt when buds burst. It’s the time of year that I go into overdrive. Thoughts of the future collide with sentimental, melancholy, nostalgic, memories of the past. Missing people that are no longer in my life and missing people that are yet to enter it. Do you know the feeling? That feeling when you miss something or someone so much it hurts your whole body and you feel like you’re going to implode or explode at any minute, it’s just that you have no clue what or who exactly it is that you miss. There’s just something missing. Self-destructive, confused, desperation.

It’s way too early, because if this starts now and continues until June, I might finally explode and God only knows how bad that’s going to be.

I know I’m being melodramatic, as per usual, but spring does this to me. I need to be outside, walk fast, breath in the fresh mountain air. Or break things. And cry. I need to be by myself, but can’t stand being alone. I get restless and need to be doing things all the time. Or just sit still by myself with my music, in my bed. I’m a contradiction, personified. Especially when the old slowly gets pushed away by the new. Slowly. So slowly. This is only the beginning.

It is way too early.

A x

If you didn’t breathe

I know that you’re sleeping
I feel the warmth from your skin
Just your smell, it makes me weak
But, I am to afraid to wake you now.

And I would give you
Everything you pointed at
But only when you cannot hear
Do I dare say that.

I cannot even walk
Without your air in my lungs
I cannot even stand
If you don’t watch me
And transparently grey
I become
When you don’t breathe

My clock has stopped
Underneath your eyelids
The dreams flicker by
Inside, you are featherlight and white.

And without a sound
My heart in your hand
I have lost my language
It gets stuck in your hair.

I cannot even walk
Without your air in my lungs
I cannot even stand
If you don’t watch me
And colourless like a tear
I become
When you don’t breathe

I cannot even walk
Without your air in my lungs
I cannot even stand
If you don’t watch me
And transparently grey.
What would I be
If you didn’t breathe?

What would I be
If you didn’t breathe?

[“Utan dina andetag”

Music & Lyrics: Jocke Berg

Performed by: Kent

Translation: Athina Fridh Paleologos

Here’s the original song with swedish lyrics]

A x

An Ode To London.

I still remember the days before I had seen you.
Before my eyes had witnessed all your dirty glory for themselves.
The days where I’d sit for hours on end at the family computer examining google maps of you.
Very closely.
I would google different things about you,
restaurants, theatres, museums, drama schools, universities.
My screen name on MSN messenger was “London Martyr…”
(I always had a knack for the melodramatic)
and I knew way too much about you, for a person who hadn’t had the privilege of being in you.
I can’t remember when it was,
but I decided that the year I turned 15, was going to be the year I finally got to see you.
So help me God.
And God did help me,
a friend of mine was going with her family and asked if I wanted to join.
And I did.
Booooooy, did I want to join!
You didn’t disappoint me.
In fact you had me gasping for more.
When I finished school, I decided to spend almost four months pretending to be a real Londoner.
It was hard.
I cried a lot.
Not gonna lie.
But you taught me so many things.
And no matter how hard you treated me,
I never fell out of love with you.
You are still my dream,
the dream,
my final destination.
(still have a tendency towards the melodramatic).
There have been – and will be – many places, that I call home.
Where I will feel and have felt
but never really satisfied,
because that just wouldn’t be like me, now, would it?
And when I finally one day decide on a place to reside for a long time,
that place is just going to have to know it’s place,
for it will
without a doubt,
be cheated on,
by me,
with you.
They say that home is where your heart is
and part of mine
will always be
with you.


A x

Late night cooking!

What do you do when it’s 18.30 and dark outside and you’ve done almost nothing all day? I’ll tell you what; you go to the store and get a big ass pumpkin and some more goodies. You then come home and make a pumpkin soup and cookies!

Manu and her friend the pumpkin.

Manu and her friend the pumpkin.

Getting that pumping meat out!

Getting that pumping meat out!


DAIRY & GLUTEN-FREE CHOCOLATE AVOCADO COOKIES in the making!  Recipe: We swapped the egg for about a teaspoon of maize starch, to make them vegan. Didn't add Xanthan Gum as the flour we chose had other starch to bind the dough.

We swapped the egg for about a teaspoon of maize starch, to make them vegan. Didn’t add Xanthan Gum as the flour we chose had other starch to bind the dough.

a full stove <3

a full stove ❤

PUMPKIN AND GINGER SOUP in the making! Recipe: Spicy as heck with one tablespoon harissa straight from Tunisia. Check the heat of your chili powder before adding! We also roasted the pumpkin seeds!

Spicy as heck with one tablespoon harissa straight from Tunisia. Check the heat of your chili powder before adding!
We also roasted the pumpkin seeds!

Roasted the pumpkin seeds in some olive oil in a pan. Added a bit of sea salt! Yum!

Roasted the pumpkin seeds in some olive oil in a pan. Added a bit of sea salt! Yum!

Finished product!

Finished product!

The avocado cookies were a gum orgasm! Best thing I've had in a while! A cup of Yogi Sweet Chai tea with Alpro's new coconut milk went perfectly with them!

The avocado cookies were a gum orgasm! Best thing I’ve had in a while! A cup of Yogi Sweet Chai tea with Alpro’s new coconut milk went perfectly with them!

I’m so happy to have my little Manu here! I can’t believe it actually! It’s amazing!! Thank you Almighty Everything for putting this amazing person in my life!!!

A x

Ain’t no superwoman, apparently.

I go through my life thinking I’m invincible… Never did I think that I’d be beaten down so early. I guess I didn’t relax enough, since I came home. I spent one week in Stockholm, doing things, meeting people all the time and when I came home to Norrköping I started working and exercising straight away. I’ve already been to a concert and the cinema and started sorting my things out (something that will take much longer that I thought…). Yesterday I decided to do a 90 minute spinning/easy line class. It was great, I felt strong and happy and got lots of energy out of it. Afterwards I was invited by two dear friends of mine to dinner and a movie. I had to stress into the shower and when I got to the restaurant I had to quickly eat something, not to miss the movie. I ordered a greek salad, which obviously had way too little nutrition after that super training class. I couldn’t sleep all night and I woke up feeling very weak and had pains all over my back. I haven’t done anything all day and I still feel weak. I guess I ain’t no superwoman… Dang it, I really thought I was. Anyway, this feeling weak nonsense has got to be over by tomorrow. Some more work, sorting out my “room” and getting back on the exercise horse is on tomorrow’s schedule. Ain’t nobody got time to be ill. If I’m going to do this, I need to focus more on what I eat and consuming the right amount of everything I need everyday. And don’t forget to drink lots of water, folks! Take care of yourselves and don’t get hubris, like me.

A x

Stage Magic.

Den Svenska Björnstammen and Markus Krunegård was the perfect Norrköping cocktail on stage yesterday. It was the sixth time I saw Markus Krunegård on stage (Laakso concerts counted) and it’s always very special to see him play in Norrköping. I saw Björnstammen live for the first time and it was of course just as special to see them in all of our home town. The concert awoke a lot of feelings in me.

Nostalgia for example, to see the boys that once “were” Kulturhuset in Norrköping, a place to go and hang out with the cultural youth of the town, the place I went to see gigs with really good local bands. I was a part of the student council of the Culture School, where I went to learn to play the violin and we arranged Culture Cafés at Kulturhuset. We worked together with Åke, Klas, Ambjörn and Mattias, guys that are now parts of a famous artist collective, with big hits, that have had huge audiences on the biggest stages of the biggest festivals in Sweden. All I see on stage, except for a great show with lots of energy and amazing musicians, is that guy I went to school with, we were never close, but it’s strange what drama lessons can do, you get to know people automatically, because you have to be so vulnerable and open for everything. I see those guys that were people that most of my friends knew or knew of or stalked. Then I see a young girl go crazy when they go on stage and I have to smile, it’s strange how differently we see people.

Whenever I see Markus Krunegård I throw back to when I was 16 and had dinner sat next to him. Trying to be cool, telling myself he’s just another friend of my brother’s, nobody special, while my heart was thumping and I had difficulties getting my wok down, completely starstruck. He is still just a friend of my brother’s, but he is also one of my favourite singers and – above all – songwriters. His songs have meant to much for me, and that is something big. He’s not just anyone, not for me. He will always make me starstruck, but maybe for other reasons than those I had when I was 16, that night in Oslo, that I will never forget.

Markus was called in twice after his last song. He finished off by playing one of my favourite songs, Stjärnfallet (I once translated it, take a look!). It was him on guitar and song and one more guy on accordion and in the end it was just a big choir consisting of everyone in the audience. Chills were going down my spine and I was standing there holding my mum’s hand, feeling aaaaaaall the feels. Markus came back on stage a third time to thank everybody and a tear aaaaaalmost hit my cheek.

Thanks mommy, for a great night. Today has been a nice relaxing mother-daughter day as well. I feel so happy at the moment and I’m so thankful for my amazing mother.






A x