Eating is Believing

Somebody being chased by a wolf. Ominous clouds. Dread, doom and damnation. That is what I think when I hear violin music. So when Helen invited the Finnish Pekka Kuusisto and his goddamned violin to her dinner table, my heart started racing with fear. An evening of violin music to a rock and roller was far worse than being chased by a wolf.  This Finnish hotel was found on Pinterest  And because of that I didn’t start my research with Pekka, our man of the day. I chose a Sunday afternoon and made the family sit in front of the TV screen, and started searching video clips on Life and Food in Finland . Within an hour we all wanted to go and live there, at least for the summer. And maybe a bit of winter, so that we could lie in saunas and then run into the freezing cold and dip into a perfect little hole made into the ice.    We watched clips on people roaming through forests to find the freshest ingredients, we toured Finnish Art Museums. We watched the real Santa Claus handing out pre

This blog is about 5 friends, their offspring and their dogs. It’s about getting together, laughter, cooking and wine. It’s about seeing faces. But mostly it’s about inviting an imaginary guest to our table. This guest then sets the mood for the day. Today I have invited Carlos Ruiz Zafón to our  table and in doing so we travelled to Barcelona, Spain.  I fall in love easily. Especially with writers. And falling in love with Carlos Ruiz Zafón was no exception. From the moment I imagined his hand moving over paper and creating The Cemetery of Forgotten Books , I loved him. Deeply. I had a black and white pic of him framed and hung it on my wall. I got to know Carlos Ruiz Zafón through my friend Naomi who gave me his first book in the series a couple of years ago. I read The Shadow of the Wind  without looking up once. I know many think it’s the best book ever written, and normally I wouldn’t be one of the masses, but with  The Shadow of the Wind , it felt as if I was the only one who had