That was disrespectful, and I'm sorry.
This post will contains pictures. Try to contain your excitement.
The New Year's party was a smashing success. I tried to take pictures of the food, as hipstery and shitty as that sounds, though I contend this was food worth photographing.
This was the standard place setting. There were fifteen such settings. Notice the seven glasses. Going from right to left, it goes water, beer, sparkling wine, white wine, white wine, red wine, and dessert wine. The wines were delightful. This was the beer that was served, also very good.
James Dean you're a beautiful man next to a beautiful table.
Swedish Glenn & Cassie in the flesh, don't worry if you don't get it :P
This is "Dillroyal med Kalixlöjrom, lök och fänkålcrudité" which translates to "dill royal with kalix bleak roe, onion and fänkålcrudité". Frankly I don't know what most of that means, nor do I desire to put in the effort to find out; it was served with the beer and it tasted delightful.
This is "Kycklingpaté" or simply "chicken paste". The texture I was not crazy for, but it tasted like chicken and that's a sweet, fruity sauce with it, though I don't remember which fruit it was. Again, a delightful dish. I also forgot to photograph the soup, which came before this dish. It was a carrot.
"Rödbetssorbet" or red beet sorbet, this was served cold and...well as it was beets so it definitely wasn't sweet and tangy as one might expect just from looking at this and thinking it's raspberry. Beet are earthy, and they remind me a lot of corn, so it was like vegetable-y ice cream. It was fabulous, very refreshing.
This is the main course, consisting of three different substances. To the left we have "örtrisotto i parmesankorg" or "herb risotto in a parmesan basket", which were hand-formed, though not by myself. In the middle we have some familiar asparagus, and then to the right we have a beautiful "ugnsbakad torskfile" which means "oven-baked cod filet"
Dessert wine. Look at me, tryin' to be photograph-y and shit.
This was dessert. It is called "lakritspannacotta med hallongelé och citron mousse" or "(black) licorice custard with hallon jelly and citrus mousse", again a simply delightful dish, light, delicate, bitter, sweet and tangy all in one. Well done all around. Easily the fanciest and most prep-intensive meal I've ever had.
James Dean you're a beautiful man next to a beautiful table.
The Sun !!!
<<<Min plats :D (my spot)
That's a menu with my name on it. I saved it.
This is "Dillroyal med Kalixlöjrom, lök och fänkålcrudité" which translates to "dill royal with kalix bleak roe, onion and fänkålcrudité". Frankly I don't know what most of that means, nor do I desire to put in the effort to find out; it was served with the beer and it tasted delightful.
This is "Kycklingpaté" or simply "chicken paste". The texture I was not crazy for, but it tasted like chicken and that's a sweet, fruity sauce with it, though I don't remember which fruit it was. Again, a delightful dish. I also forgot to photograph the soup, which came before this dish. It was a carrot.
"Rödbetssorbet" or red beet sorbet, this was served cold and...well as it was beets so it definitely wasn't sweet and tangy as one might expect just from looking at this and thinking it's raspberry. Beet are earthy, and they remind me a lot of corn, so it was like vegetable-y ice cream. It was fabulous, very refreshing.
This is the main course, consisting of three different substances. To the left we have "örtrisotto i parmesankorg" or "herb risotto in a parmesan basket", which were hand-formed, though not by myself. In the middle we have some familiar asparagus, and then to the right we have a beautiful "ugnsbakad torskfile" which means "oven-baked cod filet"
This was dessert. It is called "lakritspannacotta med hallongelé och citron mousse" or "(black) licorice custard with hallon jelly and citrus mousse", again a simply delightful dish, light, delicate, bitter, sweet and tangy all in one. Well done all around. Easily the fanciest and most prep-intensive meal I've ever had.
After the meal one of the guests read everybody's horoscope for the coming year. It was predicted that I would find love in the first half of the year, which is pretty much the rest of the time I'll be Sweden, oh goody goody. After the horoscopes were read, more drinks were had and relaxing was done. At midnight we all went outside to watch the fireworks. It's pretty cool, really, because everybody has their own small collection of fireworks to set off, so looking out into the countryside you see a collection of reasonable displays, not one extended show, though municipalities do sponsor their own shows (which are bigger). Everybody hugs everybody, even if you've only known each other for an hour.
The rest of the evening (or early morning) was consumed by dancing, singing (karaoke) and generally having a good time. The next day, the second of January, is my birthday as some of you may know. We still had some guests in the house who were staying for a few days, which reinforced the singing choir. It was really a very pleasant time. I got a book by beloved author Astrid Lindgren and various little knick-knacks, the most surprising of which was a pair of cufflinks from one of my fathers' friends whom I barely knew, as we had just met that same day.
Some of you may be wondering where the pictures of people are. I've spared them all from this post. Guess you'll have to suffer through it. Nah, you'll be fine.
I've got precious little more to talk about, but it's enough for at the very least another post soon. Try not to bate your breath too much. Oddly enough 'bate' is a falconry term and does not work in the sense of "bated breath" directly, but I'm going to say it anyway in hopes you all understand what I mean.
Sorry for putting this up so late! Love y'all like always,
Luke
The rest of the evening (or early morning) was consumed by dancing, singing (karaoke) and generally having a good time. The next day, the second of January, is my birthday as some of you may know. We still had some guests in the house who were staying for a few days, which reinforced the singing choir. It was really a very pleasant time. I got a book by beloved author Astrid Lindgren and various little knick-knacks, the most surprising of which was a pair of cufflinks from one of my fathers' friends whom I barely knew, as we had just met that same day.
Some of you may be wondering where the pictures of people are. I've spared them all from this post. Guess you'll have to suffer through it. Nah, you'll be fine.
I've got precious little more to talk about, but it's enough for at the very least another post soon. Try not to bate your breath too much. Oddly enough 'bate' is a falconry term and does not work in the sense of "bated breath" directly, but I'm going to say it anyway in hopes you all understand what I mean.
Sorry for putting this up so late! Love y'all like always,
Luke
