Oh yeah, I also used to live in Sweden. I was on exchange there for a semester during my undergraduate degree, and lived in a ‘Flogsta corridor’ with 11 other students. I’ll spare you the tales of cleaning rosters, people waking me consistently in the wee hours by rocking out to Tina Turner and Rod Stewart, and making the most of our rooftop sauna. Mine was not a typical Flogsta corridor, that usually only has a couple of foreign students, as we had three Italians (one who lived in the next corridor over but would visit a lot), one German, one Greek Cypriot, myself and 7 Swedes. We often ate together, and started this off by having a typical kräftskiva or Crayfish Party.
Svenska kräftor and some little prawns too
Tomas’ super impressive balloon kräftor
A recurring event was the corridor pizza night, where we would all chip in a few kroner, someone would head down to the nearby ICA for supplies, and we would get covered in flour and dine on delicious homemade pizzas for dinner.
One of many, many corridor pizzas
One night we all felt like doing something, and many phonecalls were made to see what was going on in town and whether it was worth walking in to go to one of the student bars for some booze and dancing. Half of us were psyched up to go out, and half weren’t, and in the end we all just decided to stay home and make waffles instead. As you do. There were a few of us, so we thought we’d better triple the usual waffle mix quantities. We uhh, might’ve overdone it a little.
Mixing up way too much waffle batter
The remnants, after many a waffle was consumed with cream, ice cream and jam. And possibly champagne.
The leftover mix after everyone was completely stuffed. We were eating waffles for days.
One of our Corridor Dinners had a theme – Homeland Food. Oh it was a delicious theme. I was torn about what to make, and although I toyed with making meat pies and vanilla slice I eventually decided on making sushi as I figured I was representing the entire Asian/Oceanic region.
Organising the deliciousness
Everyone getting stuck into Round One of the Homeland Dinner
Someone’s first round of homeland chow
What a sight! This is a smörgåstårta which is essentially a Swedish sandwich cake, made with bread and various fillings and layers.
Serving delicious warming glögg to all and sundry
Christmas dinner, corridor style, complete with red wine and Julmust
Christmas dessert – my choc berry meringue, lussebulle and tiramisu
More lussebulle….mmmmmmmm I can smell the saffron from here (please ignore the dirty sink)
Making some cash before hitting the club?
Father Christmas keeping himself busy before the big day, selling sockervadd (fairy floss/cotton candy)
Hot nuts! Hot nuts! Get your hot nuts here!
During my semester in Sweden I was lucky enough to be invited to a soiree at the Australian Ambassador’s residence in Stockholm. We felt right at home, with a selection of (Swedish) beers, Vegemite sandwiches, sausage rolls, party pies, ANZAC biccies and lamingtons. I was surprised to learn that one of his daughters is a barmaid at one of the Australiana bars in the city, which I never got around to visiting. No great loss, I’m sure.
Classy Aussie fare at the Australian Ambassador’s residence in Stockholm
While living in Sweden I had the opportunity to head over to St Petersburg for a few days on an organised tour with other students. I didn’t take many food photos there, probably because I didn’t really want to remember the food. I did however take a photo of the boot of the car of a man who pulled up when our bus stopped for petrol, kindly offering to sell us any manner of drinks to sustain us for the remainder of the bus trip to our hotel.
A typical Russian boot?
One of our nights there was spent on a river cruise down the Neva River, including singing and dancing and drinking and… not much eating. Sadly the only food we were given to line our stomachs against the vast amounts of champanski and vodka was a little plate of white bread and caviar, and a little bowl of fruit.
Dinner on a river cruise down the Neva River, St Petersburg
I can’t for the life of me remember where the next two photos were taken – somewhere on the Italian coast during a day of much driving and sightseeing. I do however remember how tasty the farinata was.
Hard at work making farinata
Slicing up the farinata ready to be taken to a table of hungry girls
Hej då, до свидания and arrivederci!