One day Johan came by my studio with a bag full of wonderful wonderful food.
I used to have a sandwich at one of my favourite coffee places in Gothenburg sometimes, my favourite was the one with taleggio and ham.
My sister and Janne came to visit us over the weekend, we had lots of great food - like pasta for lunch.
And oysters for dinner.
And some greasy greek fantastic food where my sister and I told a joke and I got red wine stuck in my throat and acted like a fountain.
In May Johan and I went to Berlin to celebrate our first anniversary, we had sushi for lunch one day.
And some vietnamese food for dinner one evening.
And these halloumi and falafel plates for dinner the next evening.
And a big plate of good stuff for breakfast.
In June we had dinner as often as possible outdoors. This time with our neighbour. I cooked!
Johan baked hamburger bread and made fish burgers, too good to be true.
We made a creamy pasta with moose killed by Johan's grandfather and chanterelles picked by his grandmother.
We went up to visit my parents and baked bread outdoors on the old grill.
Johan made the best risotto any of us had ever eaten before.
And my dad grilled some baltic herring on the newly built grill.
Tomorrow I will serve you the last food memories post.