Saturdate

We have decided to be all grown up about life, the husband unit and I. We will be having a Saturdate and visiting different restaurants each week, trying something new on for size.

We’ve been looking at apartments this past week, visiting a whole heap of places only to realize that we are comfortable where we are. But we are keeping an outlook for something bigger and cheaper than what we have, which means looking outside of Stockholm. A two bedroom apartment would be ideal but we are more than ready to settle for a large one bedroom as well.

But we are comfortable here for the time being and we both like our place. So we have an interesting time ahead of us, deciding what to do and where to go. But for now we’re staying put and loving it.

Tonight’s dinner date, or Saturdate as it were, was at Esuki Sushi in Solna. We’ve been there a few times and not once have we walked out of there not completely stuffed and satisfied. Since I’m pregnant I feel like not having to ask about what’s what and go for the safe option- vegetarian sushi.

Usually the vegetarian option is boring and underwhelming but this place has me coming back for more. It’s an innovative feast not only for your pallet but also for the eye. Incorporating such ingredients as shiitake mushroom, baby corn and asparagus. The given ones are there as well, namely avocado and tofu. 

I devoured the 12 piece while the hisband ate away at his Yakiniku, which is his favorite dish in that place. We rolled out afterwards, happy as clams and stuffed at the rafters.

The place is by far the best I’ve been to in terms of sushi and the terrible parking situation would usually put us off of it but the food is absolutely spectacular and the place is cute and cosy. 

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥 (five hatched chickens out of five, making it a grand slam).

Mrs. Campbell 

Suburbanite dream…

We spent the night at my parents, who live in a house right outside of Stockholm with a partial lake view. It’s a small town with one apartment building, right next to the local store which closes at 5 on weekends and 7 on weeknights. It’s a small town that hosts less than a thousand inhabitants, less than an hour away from our nations capital. And it is like a fairy tale. The house is a bit of a tech heaven due to my parents being fond of new technology and my brother being extremely tech savvy. The place hosts a very smart, curved 55″ tv that you control with your phone, same goes for the lights and the ac. It can all be controlled via the phones. My favorite feauture is their shower that has a built in blutooth surround system so you can listen to your music while in the shower cabin. 

The place is spacious and homey, but it is not my dream. It is close to it but I realized that I will never work in a small town. I love the freedom and the anonymity of a big city. I like not knowing my neighbors and being incognito when I so choose. But the thing is I’m also realizing, as of late, that I may enjoy living in a house. I’ve loved living in a small apartment overlooking other small aparments, and having several neighbors surrounding me but never interacting with. But it’s dawning on me that the small apartment is no longer all that it’s cracked up to be. 

We are two grown people sharing 38 sqm/409 sqft, soon to be three but one miniature one. There is no room for any of our things, you have no privacy and you cannot take a phone call when the other party is asleep without waking them or whispering. So this city mouse is realizing that she may need to go elsewhere, where she may lose some anonymity but gain more space. Because the husband and I can fit in an enclosed space, but little man will need to be able to move about freely. More so than he ever could in our current living quarters. He needs his own space and we will need ours. Not to start off with, but time flies and there’s no need to wait any longer.

That realization, the selflessness is new to me. I’ve been a one man island. I’ve loved having a brand new apartment in a fancy area, where the neighbors are handpicked and there’s no worries even when you (like I did) forget to close the trunk of your car overnight with brand new carpets in it and a winter coat. Nothing was missing. Trunk still open when I stepped outside in the morning. I may never have that again, but instead I can have my own garage and a patch of land in which I can grow veggies and flowers. I can let little man play outside without having to worry about him getting hit by a car. 

I’m slowly coming around to leaving the big city. It’s a process, but I am slowly changing my mind. And who knows, by this time next year I may be writing a post from a house or at the very least a huge apartment in the outskirts of Stockholm. We’ll see how it all progresses.


Mrs. Campbell 

Shopping

Today I went on two separate shopping outings. First one was with the husband to pick up a Baby Björn baby carrier from a neighbor. She didn’t need theirs anymore and sold it to us for barely any money. Then we were off to a couple of baby stores, namely Lekmer and Barnens Land in Barkarby (a part in northern Stockholm). We like thise stores a lot and went through them to get some ideas and do some shopping.

There we picked up two blankets, a teether rattle and another rattle. I can’t help myself when I see something cute or funny, so the blanket that looks like a dog, when rolled up, was a given addition to the baby stuff. We also needed a soft gridded blanket and the rattle looks like an elephant – how do you say no to that!? The teether rattle is of Paddington Bear. We simply had to have it.


After a turn in those stores I met up with the best friend and we went looking (me mostly looking with my wallet) at baby clothes. I’ve noticed that baby socks are the funniest thing I’ve ever seen especially ones I got at Polarn O. Pyret the other day.


They seriously crack me up every time. They’re so small. Incredibly cute but so insanely small.

Anyway, today I found the sale section at Åhléns and I went a bit nuts. Controlled nuts, but a bit out of hand nevertheless. Mainly because we’ve decided to not buy too much now but rather wait until March and/or April. But my issues with self control in these situations is becoming evident.


Today’s haul. I think the jeans (size 56, 0-2 months) are my absolute favorite. Together with the doggie blanket. 

We have a chest of drawers dedicated to the little man, and now his clothes have a drawer of their own. The toys are a bigger issue, because they need more space than we have, so now we have to cool it with the purchases. Which is hard, because cute things.


That’s some more baby clothes, if you weren’t bored already.

I realize that these things are not very exciting for people who already have kids or those who don’t have any. It’s kind of only interesting for those who are currently expecting or those who, like myself, always found tiny things hilarious. 

We can’t wait to see the little guy, the one that’s currently enjoying his space so much so that he’s trying to knock down a few walls to make it bigger. It’ll be a lot of fun to get to see him in his little outfits and watching him grow up.

But in the meantime he’s kicking up a storm and I’m shopping away. We’re all doing well and are pleased with the current situation. Life is good, today. It is actually really good.
Mrs. Campbell 

No one told me…

So I’ll tell you. I’m in my 22nd week and the baby is alive and definitely kicking. Sometimes he has a drumsolo on my bladder, and it is the weirdest and most uncomfortable sensation ever. It feels like you’re going to piss yourself right then and there. The kicks are generally very uncomfortable even this early on. So whenever someone says that it’s nice feeling them and get all cozy about it, know for sure that it’s a lie.

It is extremely reassuring to feel the baby kicking, it provides a comfort in a wirld of confusion and worry. Not uncommon to feel extremely nervous and anxious. No one tells you about that.

The fact that you will worry yourself out of sleep when you can’t feel the baby kick or move about. No one tells you that there are full weeks called “the ghost weeks” where you don’t feel pregnant and start doubting everything. Wondering if the baby is still there or still alive. Fully normal but still terrifying.

No one tells you that your back and hips may give way early on and that your significant other might have to put your shoes on for you and help you get dressed. No one tells you that getting a uti is common but what’s even worse is the constant yeast infections. They hurt and drag on and lord help you if you don’t respond to the medication, like yours truly.

No one talks about the nipples hurting and expanding to biblical proportions. Or that you will be itchy, like a junky with bas withdrawal. They won’t tell you that not all women get the great skin snd hair, that glow that some have is instead a grayness and brittleness in others.

I have more zits than I ever had in my teen years. I’m constantly hungry, hormonal and tired. And I could fart constantly.

It’s not very charming. But it is pretty neat, don’t think for a moment that it’s not an awesome experience. Even with the lack of sleep, the constant pering and the sore boobs. It is still super strange feeling someone kicking your butt from the inside. But once he makes his entrance we will be able to kick his butt, in most things – except cuteness. Can’t beat a baby’s cuteness. 

And all those tiny things, tiny outfits. They’re so neat and have no business being so small! Too cute not to absolutely adore.

Mrs. Campbell 

Roast beef aka the Sunday roast

Top left to bottom right is how it’s made and how we’ve eaten it over the course of a few days.

I like a nice slab of meat with potatoes and other vegetables. So a Sunday roadt seemed like a good way to start off this food year.

I began by first washing the beef off with some cold water than put salt, black pepper, thyme and rosemary on the beef and rubbed each side to let the flavors set. Then I fried it on high in a frying pan with a lot of butter and a couple of crushed cloves of garlic to let the meat get some color and to release some flavors. After which I put it in an ovenproof dish with the vegetables.

We had potatoes (two kinds), carrots and red onions for a side dish. I just chopped the vegetables in big chunks and mixed them with some salt, pepper, rosemary, thyme and a few cloves of crushed garlic. When the meat was in the ovenproof dish I poured over the vegetable mix and put it in the oven at 175 degrees celsius for an hour.

After an hour I made a stock containing two lamb flavored stock cubes, some black pepper and 3-4 bay leafs. I let that come to a boil before pouring it over the meat and vegetables and put the dish back into the oven for another hour. I had to keep the meat in there for that long due to not being allowed to eat meat that’s not cooked all the way through but I suggest that you take the meat out after a half hour the second time in the oven.

When all was done I let the meat rest while I made a sauce with the stock that was in the dish. I reduced it on the stove with some Japanese soy and some mustard.

Yesterday we had roast leftovers and we made a tzatziki inspired salad with two carrots, 3/4 of a cucumber, 5 cloves of garlic, loads of salt and black pepper and sour milk. Some prefer yoghurt but I find it too creamy. And with that some boiled potatoes.

Delish!

Let me know if you make roasts how you season and tweak them!
Mrs. Campbell 

It is time…

I’ve been away doing a lot of different stuff, not focusing on me or us but on finding work and not freaking out about having a baby in May.

For you who are new, let me introduce myself: I am a 31 year old, mother to be, working as a tax specialist in Stockholm, Sweden. I currently live in a one bedroom apartment, 38 sqm, with my husband and all the baby stuff. It is cramped and cozy but it would be wonderful to have more space. In my free time I do makeup, DIY stuff and nailart. And cook. I cook a lot! 

This blog is going to be my way of sharing my daily life with those who are interested. All my adventures both in life but also in the kitchen, as well as the nail related ones.

I am not great at consistency so if I write a lot some days and nothing at all others it’s because I am a lazy perfectionist and if the post is not up to par I will abandon it and be a bit bitter for a while. 

Let’s start a new adventure! 
/Mrs. Campbell