Hi, very interesting about Fika.Here in the UK everyone stops for afternoon tea break.
Pancake day is always a big February event,with pancake races and events everywhere.Almost everyone will have pancakes for tea, pancakes are not eaten much the rest of the year so these always seem like a treat.These are large thin pancakes often eaten with sugar and lemon juice.It is on the day before Lent starts
This is another example where I feel like the UK has so many cozy practices it doesn't get enough credit for! I think the Scandinavian words - hygge, fika - really help make these rituals more "real," even as other places like the UK might do very similar things with tea breaks.
I’m writing this while having a semla and coffee for elevenses at Kantine in San Francisco, a wonderful cafe run by an American married to a Dane who spent a number of years in Denmark. We’re lucky to have many excellent cafes to hang out in and eat decadent pastries—what we don’t have is a “real” winter or snow, both of which I miss terribly, having grown up in Chicago. I have fond memories of the Great Chicago Blizzard of ‘67 as well as Boston’s blizzard of ‘78. I love the dark days of December and January, getting up early and sitting by the gas fire (it does get cold in an un insulated Victorian flat with no central heating!) as the day slowly dawns and the planets and a sliver of moon grace the lightening sky. I wish this time could linger just a wee bit longer!
Hi, very interesting about Fika.Here in the UK everyone stops for afternoon tea break.
Pancake day is always a big February event,with pancake races and events everywhere.Almost everyone will have pancakes for tea, pancakes are not eaten much the rest of the year so these always seem like a treat.These are large thin pancakes often eaten with sugar and lemon juice.It is on the day before Lent starts
six weeks before Easter.
This is another example where I feel like the UK has so many cozy practices it doesn't get enough credit for! I think the Scandinavian words - hygge, fika - really help make these rituals more "real," even as other places like the UK might do very similar things with tea breaks.
I’m writing this while having a semla and coffee for elevenses at Kantine in San Francisco, a wonderful cafe run by an American married to a Dane who spent a number of years in Denmark. We’re lucky to have many excellent cafes to hang out in and eat decadent pastries—what we don’t have is a “real” winter or snow, both of which I miss terribly, having grown up in Chicago. I have fond memories of the Great Chicago Blizzard of ‘67 as well as Boston’s blizzard of ‘78. I love the dark days of December and January, getting up early and sitting by the gas fire (it does get cold in an un insulated Victorian flat with no central heating!) as the day slowly dawns and the planets and a sliver of moon grace the lightening sky. I wish this time could linger just a wee bit longer!
I totally agree! San Francisco has to make do with fog instead of snow - which can still be a great backdrop for coziness but isn't *quite* the same.