This morning, I dragged myself out of bed and speedracered on my bike to get to Centralstation by 9am to catch bus number 5 to go mushroom picking. HAHAHA

Probably one of the most Swedish things I have done thus far. Enjoying Sweden’s nature + “Freedom to roam.”

Took the bus from the city center, about 17 minutes out to the last stop, hopped off and walked into the forest. Learned which mushrooms you can pick, which mushrooms will kill you and that the Vikings used to consume tiny amounts of poisonous red mushrooms before invading, giving them heightened pain tolerance. 2in10s.

There were also lingonberries and blueberries.

Spent about an hour & a half scavenging the forest floors for edible mushrooms and picking blueberries. Putting in work for my food..nothing in life is free. Except God’s grace.

Came home and made pasta with the mushrooms I picked. Speaking of pasta, you can call me Pasta Master now. I throw whatever I want into a frying pan, broil or fry it, add some creme or tomato sauce, bring to a simmer, toss in the pasta. New pastas all day, every day. BON APPETIT.

Yesterday I learned that Gnocchi is pronounced Noh-kki, not Ghno-kki with the G-sound. HAHAHA. You live and you learn.

Exams and papers coming up. I am a student.