Monday, June 15, 2009

Buttermilk in Swedish.

So if you read my previous post, you will see the picture of the Red Velvet cake with Marshmallow frosting I made for Perry's birthday. The recipe called for Buttermilk, but I have NO IDEA was it is called in Swedish. I don't even know if it exists here.

I used whipping cream, and the cake was dry and dense.

I am assuming it may be called filmjölk, which I thought was like a sour yoghurt.

Does anyone know??? Can anyone tell me????

I NEED to KNOW!

Perry is 1

Happy Birthday Perry!

His Birthday was yesterday and we had a nice party right before my brother left back for the States. Unfortunately, it rained all week, and the party had to be indoors. But we were set on grilling some burgers, which were nice and juicy!

I've always tried to make a big deal about the boys' birthdays. But honestly, I've never had a big Korean first birthday, so sometimes I feel like my kids got cheated. All of my Korean friend's had these amazing photo albums that cost hundreds of dollars, and I am lucky just to have one photo of them that is semi professional.

I do throw them a traditional American birthday party with friends and family and LOTS of food, which is still overkill here in Sweden. (Birthdays here are really low key).

But Perry couldn't care less, he had a great time. He ate cake, ice cream, and ran around with the kids. He loved the present packaging, and cared less for the toys and clothes that he got.

I am glad he enjoyed the party. He was so zonked out afterwards, that he slept until 10am the next day. =)






Alliums: Purple sensations 2

Collecting the Seeds.

My alliums have stopped blooming and now they are growing seed pods. I cut off the stalks and heads so I can dry them out and collect the seeds. Apparently it takes a few years for the seeds to germinate before they are mature to bloom. I'll probably end up just buying more bulbs at the floral shop, but I have to give it a shot since the seeds are free.

Here is what it looks like.

Chajang myun 2

I made another batch, and froze the sauce in little freezer bags. Last week was the last week my brother was in town, so we were busy cramming all the family bonding.

Too tired to cook dinner, I decided to reheat the Chajang sauce and cook some noodles. It still tasted great, and I was so pleased. Not to mention Perry was in heaven. He loves the stuff.

Why do little kids love it so much?

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