Lucy and I broke a tradition today. We did not shuffle off to Svanhills café
for our usual cakage. Instead, we defied Göteborg's annual half marathon
to visit my old stomping grounds of Rannebergen.
It was warm today. We felt for the runners, trotting twenty-one kilometres in twenty six degrees centigrade. Perfect weather for wandering around a lake! And so we did. It's so beautiful out there.
And then we found an ice cream that Lucy likes! Apparently, it's hard to get, so we may move back to Rannebergen.
We did eat cake a couple of weeks ago; Lucy eating a pink princess cake, which she describes as "Like, um... like a dog dancing in a field of poppies with a swan dancing on his back. In other words, it was okay." I bet you're wishing that she had a blog of her own.
I had a choux pastry confection. With cream and jam. It hada very slightly biscuity texture, deliberately. I've been curious about these for a while, and now I know. It wasn't bad.
We also caked last week, but I've been scooped!
Luckily, this unlikely to ever happen again.