Shopaholic: Tea stuff and colanders!

We had something of a housewares shopping frenzy yesterday whilst visiting some friends in Turku a few days ago. Which was good, because there’s still lots of stuff in the kitchen that needs stocking. They took us (the poor boy got dragged along, since he had some spare time before meeting up with his buddies and he’s good at carrying large bags…) to a lovely store called Indiska that (rather appropriately) imports lots of sparkly Indian stuff. If Anthropologie and Pier 1 Imports had a lovechild, it’d probably look like this place. Very modern bohemian with floaty cottons, plenteous sequins, painted flowers …

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The Not-So-Grand Tour

I mentioned that I would take pictures once things settled down, but got so caught up in getting through my backlog that I didn’t get around to it until now. So yes, let me welcome you to my new Finnish kitchen… View from the doorway off of the entrance hall. That little white box to the bottom right is our freezer. The box taking up the edge of the left side in the photo is a refrigerator with a giant crisper section at the bottom. Between those two machines and our cold cellar, I’m wallowing in far more food storage …

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Viili Viili Good.

So one of the great things about Finland is that they’re big on lactose free and reduced lactose dairy products. While all I could get in the States was milk and maybe some vanilla ice cream if I was lucky, practically every dairy product here comes in different lactose gradients. Considering that I’ve spent most of my life working around the dairy problem, the variety here is almost mind-boggling. It’ll take me a while to work my way through everything, for sure. In addition to the above, the dairy section also includes a ginormous aisle of yogurt and yogurt-related products, …

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Starting Anew.

So, this is our first week here in our new Finnish digs and I’ve got an entire kitchen to stock. Just about the only things on the shelves were sugar, salt, and half a packet of vegetable stock cubes. Sigh. I was trying to explain to the boy this morning how tedious and expensive this can be — of course, I did all the shopping for our last pantry so he never really experienced that particular pleasure. Still, I do look forward to being more selective in my purchases so I don’t end up with those inevitable bottles of crap …

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Memorable License Plates.

I understand the appeal of personalized license plates, I really do. I’d just never want one myself. The point is to make your car more recognizable, right? Which could be really inconvenient if you were trying to, say, escape the scene of a crime. Not that I do lots of things that would require a quick getaway, mind you, but I like to keep my options open. Heck, I’m still trying to convince the mechanic that installing a mounted rocket cannon, ejection seats, and an engine scuba attachment on my CR-V are all feasible everyday requests. This is NOT, I …

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Pannukakku/Dutch Baby/German Pancake

One pancake, a multitude of names. I’m going with pannukakku here because 1) it’s what the boy calls it, 2) it’s kinda fun to say, 3) it’s origin non-specific unlike the other two common names used in the US, and 4) it sounds better than “oven pancake”. Basically, what all of these names are referring to is a batter-based sweet baked breakfast dish with a consistency somewhere between Yorkshire pudding and quiche. The other main defining characteristic is its soufflé-like tendency to rise very high while baking, only to collapse upon being left out to cool. (I’m not saying that …

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Day 5.

Ah, the buttcrack of dawn. Something I only tend to see when traveling, because they only thing that can get me out of bed that early is a plane departing the country. I must apologize to megolas for the racket I made packing and lugging my bags around before I left. She was a most gracious hostess and I will miss her most-entertaining company greatly. An hour on the bus and another hour on the Underground took me back to Heathrow. Passing through security and various checkpoints with no hitches and hours to spare, I grabbed breakfast at that Irish …

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