The first time I had Calcots was in March 2012 on a vineyard in Spain. The fresh, green colored onions were grilled on open fire, along juicy pieces of lamb and other vegetables. I had a glass of Cava in my hand – life was perfect in that moment. I carry this memory with me like a token. Its one of those happy moment where life could not have been more perfect. Day after was not that pleasant: too much cava and smelling like a campfire due to hanging around the barbecue too much. But I dont hang on to that part. My memory is all about dangling the calcot above my mouth, trying to take a bite without making a mess. I totally made a mess, but it did not matter. A few weeks ago, M noticed that a local wine bar in Stockholm advertised Calçotada, which is a special event to celebrate the harvest of the onions, so off course we had to go and see what it was all about. Continue reading “Cava and Calcots – a Celebration of Onions”
Its mid-February, but it feels like end of March. This is every Finns dream, that spring would start a few months earlier. Where it not for climate change, I would probably be extatic. I spent this weekend in Lidingö, which is one of the islands in the Stockholm county. Its generally known for its large villas and beautiful views to the Stockholm archipelago – a dream to live in provided you have a car and don’t mind spending a few hours a day in traffic. I spent the weekend on the island visiting a friend, enjoying culture and food. Here are the best parts.
It feels long since we were in Australia – a whole three weeks have passed since we landed in Stockholm, and judging by the weather, I think I need anoter vacation soon. Snow is falling so fast that even the Swedes and Finns cant handle it. I am sitting at the airport, waiting for a flight that may never take off. You would think here in the Nordics we would be better prepared, but apparrently not. But turning my gaze back to our trip to Australia, there are a few more topics I would like to cover in the coming weeks, one of them is off course about our day in the wine country. McLaren Vale is about an hours drive from Adelaide. Continue reading “A day in McLaren Vale”