Nearly a week ago, I had a book release party! It was terrific. We had a wonderful turnout at Ann Arbor’s Bar at 327 Braun Court, delicious punch, and attendees even shocked me by eating a great deal of the food I’d purchased and arranged from IKEA. Honestly, some of it was meant to be humorous props. Perhaps more people than I suspected would survive a year in Sweden.
It lives! Today is the day I’ve been thinking and talking about since…I want to say February, but the real answer is probably “age eleven.” I wrote a book. And it’s for sale. You can check it out in these places:
I was cooking the other day, whipping up a mean lemon basil sauce for some pasta and sautéed vegetables when I had a realization. Inger, the character in Swedish Lessons most oft portrayed as completely insane, taught me how to make sauces from scratch. In fact, before I went to Sweden, while I knew how to follow recipes, I had no idea how to cook. Now, cooking is legitimately my favorite hobby. I’m passionate about it.