Nathan Phipps
Sodertorn University, Sweden
Prior to staying in Stockholm, I never really had to cook for myself. When staying at the residence halls at Maryville College, I would either eat in the campus dining hall or I’d go out to eat. I would cook from time to time, though, if I was making something special with Madison; so, I do have some experience.
But, actually, it’s been a bit of a chore to cook here. Since I have to take a bus and then a train a short distance to get to my preferred grocery store (the other ones are a bit shabby and overpriced), I can only buy what I can carry– carry in the cold, mind you. In addition, the refrigerator I have in my room is quite small, and I’m afraid to use the one in the community kitchen because it smells pretty raunchy. And there are these guys from Cameroon that always monopolize the kitchen and steal all the pots and pans to make petrified fish heads and the like. I think they’re moving out soon, though. My fingers aren’t crossed or anything– they’re too busy typing at the moment.
Ingredients, for the most part, haven’t been too hard to find at the grocery store. Meat is extremely expensive here, but I suppose it really should be. The environment would certainly benefit if all countries took into account the ecological costs of producing meat when determining its price. Fruits and vegetables are about the same price as at home, which is really nice. I think milk might actually be cheaper here. I love that they have 1.5 and 3% (3% all the way). However, salt and pepper– what’s going on here, Sweden? All I can find are industrial containers of salt and the closest things I’ve found to pepper are pink peppercorns and lemonpepper seasoning. I had to secure a supply of little salt and pepper packets from a fast food restaurant. Thankfully, Madison is sending me salt and pepper grinders in the package that should arrive by the end of the week! How thoughtful.
Since eating out is too expensive, I have had to overcome the obstacles (which really aren’t so bad). In doing so, I managed to concoct the works of art seen below.
Sodertorn University, Sweden
Prior to staying in Stockholm, I never really had to cook for myself. When staying at the residence halls at Maryville College, I would either eat in the campus dining hall or I’d go out to eat. I would cook from time to time, though, if I was making something special with Madison; so, I do have some experience.
But, actually, it’s been a bit of a chore to cook here. Since I have to take a bus and then a train a short distance to get to my preferred grocery store (the other ones are a bit shabby and overpriced), I can only buy what I can carry– carry in the cold, mind you. In addition, the refrigerator I have in my room is quite small, and I’m afraid to use the one in the community kitchen because it smells pretty raunchy. And there are these guys from Cameroon that always monopolize the kitchen and steal all the pots and pans to make petrified fish heads and the like. I think they’re moving out soon, though. My fingers aren’t crossed or anything– they’re too busy typing at the moment.
Ingredients, for the most part, haven’t been too hard to find at the grocery store. Meat is extremely expensive here, but I suppose it really should be. The environment would certainly benefit if all countries took into account the ecological costs of producing meat when determining its price. Fruits and vegetables are about the same price as at home, which is really nice. I think milk might actually be cheaper here. I love that they have 1.5 and 3% (3% all the way). However, salt and pepper– what’s going on here, Sweden? All I can find are industrial containers of salt and the closest things I’ve found to pepper are pink peppercorns and lemonpepper seasoning. I had to secure a supply of little salt and pepper packets from a fast food restaurant. Thankfully, Madison is sending me salt and pepper grinders in the package that should arrive by the end of the week! How thoughtful.
Since eating out is too expensive, I have had to overcome the obstacles (which really aren’t so bad). In doing so, I managed to concoct the works of art seen below.
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| ultimate bro food |