Varying degrees of cold

On the never reliable Grace Scale*, today was around minus a million degrees. On the slightly better Gaz Scale, it was a bit nippy. According to the Swedish weather bureau, it was -7°, which is probably the most accurate. As cold as it was, it didn’t snow again and the sky was super blue.

This combination of blue and white made everything looked most attractive, particularly as the sun made an appearance on my walk home from the shops.

Most of the day was spent inside. Mirinda was busy with excessive amounts of Swedish language homework while I made her soup.

Something I really like here, in Sweden, is the fact that the ICA bundles up vegetables specifically to be made into winter soup. They use vegetables that look like they haven’t got long to go on the planet, which is just fine. While being a step away from composting, they are perfectly fine to roast, boil then smoosh up into a liquid lunch.

Mirinda particularly likes it when I hide a small pile of bacon in the bottom of the bowl, a small yoghurt island on the top and a swirl of clementine infused oil across the surface. I’ll take her word for it. I’m not that keen on soup. I’m still having salad for lunch.

Speaking of food, we were originally going to Lagnö Bo for dinner tonight. Lamb was on the menu and Mirinda was looking forward to visiting after such a long break. Obviously, I was looking forward to it because I love going. There was also going to be a big turnout judging by the list of attendees.

But the snow put paid to that. The car was being a bit slippy-do-dah, as Mirinda started to reverse out of our drive. It was decision time and the decision was to eat at home. The main concern was not just getting out of our drive but how slippery the road to Lagnö Bo might be.

The weather is supposed to warm up next week so, after we’ve had our winter tyres fitted on Monday, hopefully we’ll be able to eat at Lagnö next Friday.

So, naturally, I returned to my kitchen and cooked dinner (stuffed pork tenderloin and pickled mushrooms, in case you were wondering) and we spent a lovely, cosy Friday night, eating then watching TV. The candlelight making weird images on our triple glazing.

* The Grace Scale is based on the inaccurate use of the word ‘literally’ by Jason’s cousin, Grace. She is famed for having once claimed it was “Literally freezing!” when it was, in fact, 19°.