On Sunday Lisa and I went to Prospect Heights in Brooklyn to make lussebullar at Sanna's place. For those of you who dont't know - lussebullar is saffron buns that Swedes make for Christmas. We dressed accordingly and listened to our favorite carols while we heated up the Glögg (mulled wine) and Lisa poured herself a glass of white because for some weird reason she doesn't like Glögg. I feel sorry for her.
While the dough was resting we went up on the roof. It was 19 degrees celsius that day which is crazy. People walked in flipflops and skirt without tights?!
We sat there for a while and talked about deep things. As you do. We also filled in each others blanks from the Friday when we were all drinking too many vodka cocktails at Lisa and Teresa's goodbye party.
We all took photos and posted on Insta obvi. It's too nice not to.
Then we went downstairs and finished the buns. They turned out pretty shit, but still tasted a little bit like home. After eating one each and finishing our wine we went around the corner to a ramen place and had dinner with Michael Cera standing right behind us.
New York Sunday's are better than any other Sunday's.
But then we got to Monday and the world looked like this :)