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Sunday, February 01, 2009

Small informal housewarming thing!

Since we moved to the new apartment, the question of whether we should hold an "official" housewarming party came up in my mind. Who should be invited, keeping in mind that I had English-only speaking friends, Swedish-only speaking friends, and friends who are bilingual? What should we eat? Should it be lunch, dinner or fika? Potluck or all-home cooked?

In the end, I just thought to just invite groups of friends over informally, as we have been actually doing since our move here. After all, the most important thing in a housewarming is that our friends find their way to the new place. Besides, the word "party" rings of booze and loud music, and people might have all-too high expectations of a housewarming "party". Personally, I prefer the word get-together. It has an informal family-and-friends ring to it, and it means that I don't have to cook "party food" for 20.

So Saturday last week, I invited a group of friends over, mostly as an excuse for me to meet them again after the Christmas break. I made salsa for tortilla chips and chocolate balls, which seemed to be a winner (I put both rum essence and some coffee in them, and moulded them into pointed measuring cups lined with dried coconut). My friends also brought food contributions. Jenni had Finnish rye bread and Finnish chocolate cookies – apparently, there's a Finnish specialty food store in town, which I can probably blog about later. Kirsten bought a home made bacon-and-leek quiche, and Lara and Jeline brought a bottle of wine, which we later ate which cheese. We seldom have any kind of cheese in our refrigerator, but by some telepathic vibes on ours and Jeline's parts, we felt for cheese that week but hadn't been able to buy wine .

I think Jeline suspected the horns and tried to avoid them! Heheh!

As I said before, tex-mex food, like salsa and tortillas of the type that had been served last Saturday, is a Swedish staple (a survey of our cupboard reveals boxes of taco shells and saches of taco mix). So when another friend came over yesterday to check out the new place, we squeezed all the creative juices out of us thinking of what to cook together (they ran out), and ended up eating tacos. Which is not to say that tacos are bad. That everyone has to assemble their own meals is conjusive for conversation and that informal, friendly feel.

Besides, leftover tacos and tortilla chips make for a good, filling breakfast! We broke the shells, slabbed the leftover meat, salsa and cheese over them, and topped them with the leftover cheese. Tex mex brunch!

On another, unrelated note: This week was a week of shopping finds. I'm on the hunt for office clothes, so not only did we go to a surplus store where they had 50% off their already-discounted prices (it was a great resource!), we also went to a second-hand store, where I grabbed these boots for a total of 175 kronor for both pairs (new branded pairs cost anywhere from 600 to 1,200):

Second-hand stores are as a popular waste of time here in Sweden as in the Philippines, where these stores are called "ukay ukay" (a word which suggests the act of digging through piles of clothes for a find). In Sweden, the most popular of such stores is Myrorna, which is visited by poor students and retro-fashionistas alike. Swedes love their finds (even the established are regular visitors to flea markets), and so do I. Now, let's hope they're into good foot hygiene too. Heheh ;-)


Anonymous lea said...

hi joy! miss you! i kinda recognized the shirt in one of your photos hehe. catching up on your blog, think i missed more than a month :) love you!

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