Fika

Swedish Apple Cake, perfect for afternoon fika.

Fika, is a lovely Swedish tradition that my family has adopted with gusto. Here at home, my parents and grandparents used to have coffee and a little something in the afternoon. As kids, we called it “3 o’clock nourishment.” We wouldn’t have the coffee part until later in life.

When visiting Sweden, my sister and I noticed the increased level of energy and excitement in some very aged Swedes as Fika was announced. We made sure to step aside as the Swedish octogenarians rushed to the Fika tables.

I read through many of my mother’s recipe books and decided to bake this Swedish Apple Cake.

I modified the recipe slightly, adding an additional chopped apple into the batter, and using only one 9 inch square pan. It had to bake 45 minutes instead of 25 minutes.

The apple cake prior to going into the oven.

There is even a book on Fika, written by Anna Brones & Johanna Kindvall.

This is part of the introduction to the book:

Functioning as both a verb and a noun, the concept of fika is simple. It is the moment that you take a break, often with a cup of coffee, but alternatively with tea, and find a baked good to pair with it. You can do it alone, you can do it with friends. You can do it at home, in a park, or at work. But the essential thing is that you do it, that you make time to take a break: that’s what fika is all about. At its core, fika means “to drink coffee.” But the meaning goes much deeper. Fika represents an entire culture; it carries as much meaning for Swedish social engagements as it does for food customs.

Brones, Anna. Fika: The Art of the Swedish Coffee Break. New York, Ten Speed Press, 2015.

I was quite pleased with the cake, and made it again. Here in the Northwest, Spring is still showery and coolish, so fika is a welcome afternoon treat.

Another fika option.

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Lilac Days at the Hulda Klager Lilac Gardens, Woodland, Washington

Peacock Lilacs at the Hulda Klager Lilac Gardens

Lilacs being my favorite flower, every Spring I hope to be able to make a trip home to Oregon in time to enjoy my mother’s lilacs in bloom. Luckily, this year my Spring trip coincided with the Lilac Days festival in Woodland, Washington. The early blooming lilacs were passed their prime, the mid blooming lilacs were perfect, and the late bloomers were yet to bloom.

The 1880s farm house at the Hulda Klager Lilac Gardens.

Hulda Klager began hybridizing lilacs in 1905 and was known as “The Lilac Lady.” This year the 1880s farm house was closed to guests, but the gardens were open. There are many varieties of lilacs. Thank goodness for the name plates, because without them it would be hard to remember all the names.

The Sensation Lilac with its name plate.
Sensation Lilac

I wandered the gardens and enjoyed the many varieties of lilacs and their beautiful fragrance.

Pink Elizabeth Lilacs
Glory Lilac
Maiden’s Blush Lilac
Carley Lilac
Tinkerbelle Lilac
Wolfii Lilac
President Grevy Lilac
Interlude Lilac
Donald Wyman Lilac
Moskvy Lilac

From the website lilacgardens.com:

The members of the Lilac Society put in many hours of hard work hoeing, spraying, weeding and pruning in order to restore the gardens to the condition they enjoyed under Hulda Klager’s care. The house was also restored and turned into a museum to honor The Lilac Lady. Much of Hulda Klager’s own furniture has been returned, along with other pioneer-era treasures from the Woodland area.

The woodshed, water tower, and carriage house have also been restored through another grant-in-aid from Washington State. The carriage barn houses a gift shop that offers souvenirs and craft items from local artists. The Lilac Society also revived her annual “Lilac Days” each spring when the lilacs come into bloom, selling lilac plants to visitors just as when Hulda Klager was there.

Frank Klager Lilacs
Sweetheart Lilacs
A very busy and happy bee leaves a lilac blossom.
Agincourt Beauty Lilac
The gardens include more than just lilacs. These pink dogwood trees were also in bloom.
Superba Lilacs
Bloomerang Purple Lilacs
Spokane Lilacs
Pink Ruth Lilac
White lilacs from my mothers own garden.

I got very lucky with the sunny weather at the Hulda Klager Lilac Gardens. Springtime in Oregon is predominantly rain showers.

My mother’s purple lilacs in the more typical rain.
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Historic Timberline Lodge, Mt. Hood, Oregon

Timberline Lodge, Mt. Hood, Oregon, 15 minutes before sunrise.

My annual birthday trip this year was not out of the country, but I did get to a beautiful historic site that has personal and national significance.

https://www.timberlinelodge.com/

Built in 1937 and declared a National Historic Landmark in 1977, Timberline Lodge is also where my parents met in 1955. My mother worked as a waitress in the Cascade Dining Room and my father drove a snow-cat. He received an “Over-The Snow” plaque when he left the mountain, in honor of all the snow miles he’d driven.

The inside of the main wooden door to the lodge.
A wood carving above the fireplace in the Cascade Dining Room.
The Lodge, just before sunset.
The chair lifts at sunset.
Mt. Jefferson in the background.
The Ram’s Head bar.

My sister and I spent a few nights at the lodge, which is now open only to overnight guests, due to the Covid virus.

Mt. Hood at sunrise. The groomers are out early.

We were very lucky with the weather, getting clear, sunny days. The Magic Mile lift was open, so we got to ski that famously scenic run under almost clear skies.

At the top of the Magic Mile chair lift, Silcox Hut is in the background.

It was a very nice feeling to travel again. Like everyone else, my international trips were all canceled last year. Hopefully, soon we’ll all be vaccinated and our travels will return to normal.

In this photo from 1956, my mother shares a chairlift with her dog Kushkie.

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Last Look

San Pedro de Timote is a good place to find peace and relaxation. The food was good, but the desserts were great.

San Pedro de Timote from the tower.
On the day we left, we watched as the large family group started out on the morning ride.
It reminded me of the paintings in the library.

Leonardo and Brian, two of the waiters in San Pedro’s restaurant, were very helpful. We quickly learned to not miss postre at the end of the meal.

As we started to drive out of the property for the last time, we saw some of the horses from the fields come up to the watering trough.

Our last sight of the estancia was this mama and her baby, watching us closely, as we left the grounds.

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Getting Into The Gaucho Groove

We came to San Pedro for horseback riding and relaxation. We found both. Beto took us and one other guest on a very nice ride in the surrounding area. We saw several herds of horses and some cattle.

Me on Enfermera.
Beto leading the way.
We spot a herd of horses in the stand of trees.
Tucker on Cortico watch the horses.
I’m a convert to these saddles. They are the most comfortable saddles I’ve ever tried. I’m done with western saddles for good.
On another morning we rode with a large group. An Uruguayan family was visiting the ranch and everyone rode.
A barn.
A barn with crucified Jesus.

Here at San Pedro de Timote they really know how to throw an outdoor dinner party. There was a large corporate conference staying at the estancia when we first arrived. It was an agricultural group of some sort. We were lucky to be here during their last evening. The estancia put on an outdoor barbecue for about 100 people. They had two guitar players. It was wonderful to experience, although we do not eat meat.

Prepping for the big party.

On another evening they cooked out in front of the estancia. They build a large fire, and as the red hot coals fall, the coals are spread under the food for cooking. The food is not cooked over the flame.

The fire on the side drops coals, which are then shoveled under the meat.
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San Pedro de Timote

We drove 2 1/2 hours north of Montevideo into the Florida region of Uruguay.

When it looked like we were in the middle of nowhere, we a saw sign with an arrow, and drove another 14 km on dirt roads to find the historic estancia.

As an estancia, it was founded in 1854 by Pedro Jose Jackson. But the land’s history as an agricultural venture goes back to the Jesuits and 1740. It was roughly 250,000 acres then.

It is now mostly a tourist Estancia. There are 1200 acres and the beautiful house.

The library at San Pedro de Timote.

The meals are good, the people friendly and the horses well fed.

Reception.
“We still have much to do”
The estancia at dusk.

We went for a mid morning ride with Beto.

Beto explaining the property to me in Spanish. I understood very little, but he tried.
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Uruguay, first impression.

A street corner in Montevideo.

The nonstop flight from Miami to Montevideo landed around 0945 am. It was nearly a nine hour flight.

On the drive from the airport to the old town district, we followed the coastline south. Most of the waterfront appeared to be public green spaces. We saw many people walking dogs on leashes and jogging.

We are staying near the port, in The Don Hotel. It’s a good location for walking the old town district.

The city streets are clean, and the people friendly. Most restaurant and shop workers speak a little English. Sometimes just a little.

Upon arrival we crashed for a few hours, then walked around in the afternoon. Midday temperatures are mid 80s.

An art shop featuring local artists near the port.

We saw many dogs and a few cats. They all seemed in good physical condition and none acted scared or aggressive. There were shop cats, and dogs hanging out near the restaurants.

Our hotel is right across from the Mercado del Puerto. It is just like what I saw in Spain, a large open building with mostly restaurants and food shops inside.

The Mercado del Puerto
Inside the Mercado del Puerto

Walking the streets we saw some interesting street art and graffiti.

A few of the graffiti had a common theme. Someone here in Montevideo has a conscience.

If it’s love and peace…why do you eat me?
If it’s not your mother it’s not your milk.

We toured the Cathedral Metropolitana.

We walked what seemed to be about two miles to find the Museo del Gaucho, just to find it closed for renovation.

One block from the Gaucho Museum we found a spot to sit and relax with a lemonade. The fountain in the square celebrated the anonymous heroes who in the Soledad de los Campos lost their lives in the holocaust of their ideals.

An interesting building in Montevideo.
Anti Trump sentiment.

We had lunch in the Mercado del Puerto, at Roldos, famous since 1886 for its “Medio y Medio”, a drink made from white wine and champagne.

In Independence Square, a statue honors Jose Gervasio Artigas, who first liberated Montevideo from Spanish rule in 1811.

Constitution Square
A shop cat.
In Zabala Square, a statue of Bruno Mauricio de Zabala. He founded Montevideo in 1726.
An art shop where I found a painting I liked. It was too expensive to bring home

We had dinner near the port. We watched as the manager gently guided a dog out of the restaurant. He was smiling as he did it. The dog didn’t stay away. We saw several patrons feed the dogs, all of whom were friendly and looked in good shape.

Seafood casserole.

We also toured the Pre-Columbian and Indian Art Museum

The people here seem very pro cat and dog. The city is clean and mostly friendly. From Montevideo we will be traveling north into the center of the country.

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Oh What Fun It Is To Ride

…in a one horse open sleigh. Especially if that sleigh is pulled by Pete, the Wonder Horse.

We got our sleigh ride, complete with jingle bells. Thomas at Foxfire Revival Farm is Pete’s caretaker and partner. They had enough snow for a sleigh ride, so we drove north for about 1 1/2 hours to Peacham. It was well worth the drive.

Foxfirerevivalfarm.com

Thomas’ family has owned this land for generations. Thomas has owned Pete for over seven years. Purchased at an auction, Pete had been an Amish farm worker and has only one eye. You could see by their interactions that Thomas and Pete were a team that enjoyed working together.

We spent a truly enjoyable hour with Pete and Thomas. We heard stories about the area and saw their maple syrup making operation.

On Christmas Day we hiked the 8/10 of a mile up to Gerry’s Falls in the Mount Ascutney State Park.

The snow covered trail to Gerry’s Falls.

The day after Christmas we toured Billings Farm & Museum. Just outside of Woodstock Vermont, the farm is a working Jersey dairy cow farm and boasts an 1890 restored farm managers house.

You can interact with the livestock, see the cheese making process, and tour the historically accurate home. We bought several bricks of the jersey cow milk cheese.

Billingsfarm.org

Woodstock Vermont is a very cute little town, voted one of The Most Beautiful Towns in America by Condé Nast Traveler. It also got the No. 2 spot on Country Living Magazine’s list of best Christmas towns in the US.

We had a wonderful dinner at The Prince And The Pauper restaurant on Elm Street.

Scallops at The Prince And Pauper restaurant in Woodstock, Vermont.

The area has a lot to offer. We loved searching for covered bridges and shopping the antique malls. The Inn At Weathersfield was a great spot for basing our explorations.

Weathersfieldinn.com

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Merry Christmas From Vermont

Searching for snow and a white Christmas, we headed to Vermont. The Inn at Weathersfield was a perfect setting for a Christmas getaway, but this year the snow was a little sparse.

The Inn was built in 1792 and is just outside the tiny hamlet of Perkinsville.

This area is known for its covered bridges. We went in search of the Taftsville bridge because our room at the inn is called Taftsville. Each room is named for a covered bridge.

The Inn is about a 30 minute drive from Woodstock, Vermont.

The Christmas tree in the lobby of the Woodstock Inn and Resort.

The general store in Woodstock.

A popular winter activity is a horse drawn sleigh ride. We called around to arrange one but the lack of snow is an issue. Some of the stables were switching to wagons. We found a farm 1 1/2 hours north that has enough snow. We scheduled a ride for the 26th.

Luckily for us the Inn at Weathersfield has won awards for their food. We had a stellar dinner our first night.

Cod with clams at the Inn at Weathersfield.

http://www.weathersfieldinn.com

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Colorful Cartagena

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