Baraka – A World Beyond Words.

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A Friday evening some weeks ago, I started watching John Fricke’s film Baraka from 1992. Never did I imagine that I would actually watch the entire thing in one go (96 minutes is a long time in a multitasking world) but finally I was completely mesmerized.

My motive was to catch a glimpse of the so-called Snow Monkeys (2nd photo) that were ‘made famous’ through the release of this film. They live in the mountains of Nagano in Japan. To protect themselves from the heat, they float around the hot springs during the colder months. Now this post is a scheduled one, but I am hoping to catch a glimpse of said monkeys on this particular day.

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In its Wikipedia article (since this is not a school essay, I can use Wiki as a fully reliable source) it “explores themes via a kaleidoscopic compilation of natural events, life, human activities and technological phenomena shot in 24 countries on six continents over a 14-month period.”

The film completely shot on 70mm film and I think that along with the plentiful use of time-lapses and slow motion is what makes it extra mesmerizing. Since the film completely lacks of narrative and dialogue, I reckon it is a very individual experience (and near meditative to watch) but it touches on subjects such as religion, death and massproduction, taking its viewer through densley populated cities and the most rural of wilderness.

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Title | Baraka
Runtime | 96 min
Director | John Fricke
First released | 1992

Fierce Ginger & Coconut Flapjacks.

DSC_0317There are quite a few recipes on this blog that I steal straight off the menu at work. (Such is the case with this carrot & tarragon soup for example.) Most of the time this thieving is due to a particularly thrilling flavour combination but where there has been no option suitable for vegans.

That is however not the case with these flapjacks — they came into the café already vegan friendly and had such a fierce ginger kick to them that I had to attempt my own version at home. So here goes ↓


→ 225 g dairy free butter
→ 50 g sugar
→ 50 g syrup
→ 6 dl rolled oats
→ 2 tsp ground ginger
→ 3 balls of stem ginger, sliced up

Melt butter and sweetenings together in a pan. Once melted and combined, add in the remaining ingredients. Transfer into an ovenproof dish lined with parchment paper. Bake in preheated oven for 20-30 minutes (until golden) on 160°C. Let sit at least 10 minutes before attempting to cut.

Carrot, Ginger & Miso Dressing | with Summer rolls.

Carrots are the on the menu of this month’s Månadens Gröna and thus I have mixed up, literally, this carrot dressing (or dip sauce if you will!) together with ginger and miso paste.

Do not be discouraged by the relatively long ingredients list, most if it you can skip or sub – I only kept adding items I had lying about the pantry.


→ 3 tbsp olive oil
→  1 tbsp toasted sesame oil
→  2 tbsp miso paste (ensure vegan friendliness)
→ 3 tbsp finely grated carrot (circa one whole carrot)
→ 3 tbsp finely grated ginger
→ 1 tsp finely grated turmeric (opt.)
→  2-3 tbsp nutritional yeast (opt.)
→ 4 tsp sesame seeds (opt.)
→ 2 tbsp maple syrup
→ 1 tsp apple cider vinegar
→ ½ dl water
→ ½ lemon, juice of
→ a pinch of salt

Combine everything in a high speed blender. Enjoy as salad dressing or dip sauce. I served mine with summer rolls stuffed with carrot, cucumber, mint, coriander, avocado and sesame seeds.

The combination of having no tripod or volunteers at hand with a fixed lens made it a rather tricky task to eternalize the “dip action”-photo but  A for effort right??

21 photos from a Sunday in Edinburgh.

Another Sunday, of another month, in another town; I woke up in Edinburgh before the sun has started its journey over the North Sea.

And so, covered up in all the clothes I could get my hands on (I have found that if there is one thing Aberdeen has over Edinburgh, it is definitely the milder climate… well, at least for winter), I began making my way towards Arthurs Seat. (Guess where the quest of wanting to do that comes from – hello Jennifer!!)
Things Edinburgh has over Aberdeen tho: EPIC PANORAMIC VIEWS! (The view from Broad Hill is not really the same thing… )

… And a cultural life, and beautiful buildings, and trams… This could take a while.

Of course, I was on the wrong side of the ol volcano when the sun began to reveal its presence so I made a quick u-turn.
In one direction I had a pinkish orange sunrise, and behind me a rainbow. Dreamy, huh?! Was very pleased with my decision to be an early bird.

Afterwards I woke J up in the hostel and we headed out once again in the crispy Edinburgh morning. On the breakfast hunt, ending up at Moon & Hare. You can read the entire list of where we ate in Edinburgh here.
Continuing through town, we ended up in Dean Village.
A former village that has now been immersed by the city.
We ended the evening with vegan pizza and crème brûlée at Nova, before heading to the cinema for Trainspotting 2. J wrote a Facebook status along the lines* of “Pretty fun to watch Trainspotting in Edinburgh, it’s like watching The Goodfellas in New York, Jaws on a boat or La la land in La la land” (*ok that was a complete copy/paste).

More Scotland-related posts:

≥ A weekend with Mum & Dad: Stonehaven and 3 course meals. ||
≥Isle of Skye, Day 1: Fairy pools & Highlanders. ||
≥ Things to do in Aberdeen//Granite City Gems.

Spruce up your Soup | 3 ways to make soup more filling + fun.

I find it a bit bland to eat soup “just as it is”. Perhaps this is something derived from how a typical Swedish soup meal would involve a boiled egg for topping, or be followed by pancakes for dessert — in other words, a little something to bulk up the soup.

Sometimes it is nice to just serve it with some fancy bread and hummus on the side, but here are 3 ways I like to spruce up my soup with toppings:

∗ Sautéed Potatoes and Tahini Drizzle
∗ Roasted Seeds/Nuts (like sunflower kernels is an inexpensive and tasty staple!) and Balsamic Vinegar
∗Roasted Chickpeas and Fresh Herbs

… Or why not mix and combine as you feel? Do you have any tips and tricks for making a soup more fun?

Some more soup ideas where this philosophy is practised:

Khao Soi with Crispy Noodles.
Vegan Friendly Phở.
Potato and Leek soup.

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8 links x 8th March.

As today is March 8th and thus International Women’s Day I have gathered some bits and bobs from around the WWW that I like and wanted to share with you. Some for inspiration, some for amusement and some for simple kickassery.

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A YARNBOMB. By artist @juliarioknit.

A BOOK. “There’s never been a better time to be a woman: we have the vote and the Pill, and we haven’t been burnt as witches since 1727. However, a few nagging questions do remain…” Caitlin Moran describes her book How to be a Woman as a) part memoir, b) part rant and I will add on c) is an easy read, real witty and with plenty of recognition.

A YOUTUBE CLIP. Flora&Frida shared an audio clip in the latest episode of their podcast that really cracked me up. A preacher of anti-abortion (male obvs) gets completely startled when asked the question “what do you think makes a woman want an abortion?”.

A QUOTE. By the ever-fabulous Rupi Kaur, whom I first heard about after her period stains got banned off Instagram some two years ago.

A WEBSITE. For a film to pass the Bechdel Test it must a) have atleast two (preferably) named female characters, who b) talk to one another, about c) something other than men. The search function on this site is a great tool for those days you just cannot be arsed with yet another film of dudery. On a similar note: IMDB starting to F-rate films.


A BUZZFEED ARTICLE. When you find stuff like this on the WWW: “21 jokes about mansplaining that are never not funny.”

A TV SHOW. Hardly news for anyone (I sure hope you are all watching!!) but my all time favourite show Girls, which 6th and final season airs just now, deserves to be mentioned time and time again. It amazes me how the series so perfectly manages to pick up on that subtle discomfort you feel when met by the disadvantages of being non-male in a man’s world.

A SATIRE. Yeah, we’ve all been there…


There’s a shadow hanging over me | on PMS and PMDS.

f931dc27878411cc1d5da7ae32956de5Rainy Days by Monika Forsberg

Usually my period runs like clockwork. Sadly I do not mean that in the sense that it arrives promptly at the same time, the same day, every 28 days. Once it does decide to arrive however, a mandatory four hours of intense cramps are to be expected on the time table, pushing all other commitments aside. This has been the case since forever. That is if the 12 odd years since Period made its arrival into my life can count as forever.

From having to sit out classes and have my dad come pick me up from school, to being in the extent of pain that one has to throw up in nearest kitchen sink whilst at work. (This, of course, in the midst of serving customers.) Strictly speaking, my period has caused me lots of tears, given me fewer hours of education and less hours of work…
Like anyone needs that already living in a patriarchal world?

Despite the disturbances that my period bring into my life on a monthly basis — it all feels scarcely mild in comparison to the pattern of events taking place beforehand. The seven, sometimes ten, days leading up to the grand finale when my period has that, very literal, kick off right in my uterus. During these days my chest is a nest housing a little lump of anxiety. Metaphor wise, it is like being visited by a demon for some time each month. One that transforms you into a hunch of inflammable sadness and the world around to a sizzling minefield.

During days like these, I am utterly convinced that people who seemingly like me are all part of some grand conspiracy. Be it friends, co-workers or in-laws. Life is the Truman Show and in reality, they all hate my guys. Things I normally let pass with a shrug crawls under my skin, forming into a little army of tears ready to attention at any given, or non-given for that matter, moment. At times me and my partner cannot even dwell in the same room without me having a fit at how loudly he eats a peach. In one fabulous summary; I question my work, my life, my creativity, my capabilities and my relationships. — All whilst planning the fastest escape route to Mars.

However, and I suppose this is what I wish to underline with all this, is it not capital-letter-CRAZY how I, and so many women akin, have undergone all of our compulsory education; education that includes biology and a paragraph of time particularly aimed at sex ed, yet know so very little about PMS as a phenomenon? Imagine if we could learn early on about its symptoms, get it treated for what it is rather than popping antidepressants all days of the month, and better yet, how we can learn to ease its symptoms?

Because — and I kid you not; a lot, if not all, of my awareness on this topic is thanks to popular culture and social media. Of course, how can I be expected to be informed on an issue in my primal education when this is not even brought up in medical school? There is so little funding going into research of topic like these. Not because there are no professors willing to tackle it, but simply because nobody is interested in providing funds for an exclusively Female issue.

I mean, did you guys see that article from some time ago on (effective, mind you) male contraceptives that are being held back because 20 men, out of 320 (!!!), thought the side effects were unbareable? Side effects such as aches, mood swings, depression? Compare these side effects to what women have been putting up with to avoid unwanted pregnancy since the launching of the pill in 1962. Sounds familiar?

Then again, one must not forget that we live in a society that strives on women’s self doubt.
PMS is good for business.