Today marked the first time for ages that I’ve had food cooked by someone else. It was on November 23, to be exact, when we had the ärtsoppa at Lagnö Bo. The day after, Mirinda went away and I supped on various Chez Gaz meals (mostly casseroles) until today. I do like my own cooking but, sometimes, it’s such a treat when someone else cooks.
I don’t know the chef at Tre Små Rum but they make an excellent eggs royale.
We had headed for the café following Mirinda’s rather lengthy Skype with Jason, which, in turn, followed her somewhat shorter one with Fi. While that was going on, I put one of the new electric blankets on the bed in the stuga, in readiness for Denise.
And while lunch at Tre Små Rum was excellent, the chance to walk around the Christmas lit streets of Trosa was just magical.
I took a short video and uploaded it to Instagram. It’s here.
Afterwards, we popped into the ICA where I bought some Marshalls of our own. They are the small paraffin filled things on the posts along the river. I lit them and placed them on the step outside the glassroom. They looked very festive.
Later, while I made Persian chicken for dinner, Mirinda took the girls for a walk in the woods under the lit path lights. She reported that there were a few toboggans on the ski slope.
