Today started off being grey and gloomy, threatening to rain but, by midafternoon, the sky had cleared, and the sun was out. I spent a lovely hour in the glass room, reading, bathed in sunshine. Though, as the sun started dipping behind the trees, it turned a bit chilly and I actually put on a light fleece.
This was in sharp contrast to the morning when we went into Trosa for brunch at Tre Små Rum. I think I was the only person walking around wearing shorts and t-shirt. While the sun was hidden behind thick clouds, it certainly wasn’t the least bit cold. Or, rather, I wasn’t the least bit cold. Or, as Mirinda put it, I’m just weird.
Brunch is a recent addition to the Tre Små Rum menu. There are three items, each featuring eggs: Royale, Benedict and scrambled. I had Benedict while Mirinda went Royale. Both were delicious.
When we ordered, the woman serving asked if I’d like avocado or bacon. Oh, how I laughed. Then, realizing it wasn’t a joke but an actual choice, I said bacon. I don’t know why anyone would choose the avocado. If a vegetarian was ordering brunch, surely the scrambled eggs would be the way to go. And a vegan wouldn’t eat any of the three.
Anyway, as I said, they were delicious. It reminded us of the Holly Bush.
When we first arrived, the place was empty but for one other person but, having ordered and sat down, the konditori suddenly filled up. It was as if a bus tour had suddenly arrived in Trosa. In fact, when we left for a walk down to the harbour, there were more groups of people roaming around.
One group that was not part of a bus tour was the leather-clad biker group from Norrköping that strolled by us as we sat outside the ice cream place while I ate a single scoop of brynt smör in a cone.
We had walked across the bridge to Öbolandet, the island beyond the World’s End, along the pier, passed the boats. There were a lot of boats, big, small and/or rusty; all sorts. Once on the island, we sat and looked back at the view of Trosa, our town. We threw a stick for Emma for a bit before heading back.
Late in the day, Mirinda went for a very long walk in a new, for her, nature reserve. While on the walk, Emma decided to coat herself in cow manure. Freya, of course, was happy with the coat she already has.
I made Persian marinated steak for dinner and it was very good. I reckon it might make more appearances at Chez Gaz.
