It’s that time of year again when the house needs a little help from my wood supply. This is the wood that was delivered last year, so I hope it lasts another winter.
Last night I made a locally inspired fish soup. Bohuslänsk fisksoppa in Swedish. I always like to add my own twist to recipes. I forget to buy potatoes so I added pasta and cheese for extra comfort.
With warm soup in my belly, I sat by the fire, the animals snoozing and the fairy lights glowing outside my window. Everything in that moment felt so right. So warm and reassuring.
