Well this is one of the various projects this summer which has stopped by torrent of blogging - The IAM1 Journey - Stockholm. Its a great exhibition to have finally finished! Some links to images at Daniels Blog, Finest. A few quick links, Charlotte, Henrik . The exhibition which runs until next weekend in Stockholm at 115 Åsogatan.

Well, as ever, Im on a mode of transport from Stockholm to somewhere writing this post. This time its a wedding on Åland in the middle of the Baltic Sea. Looking forward to seeing what there is for lunch. So whilst we sail across the Baltic some links to keep you satiated. The trend for home butchering and home made meat products seen in NYC and London is obviously coming to Sweden in a more brutal way. I haven’t been to Brixton in ages, but found this tour of the market as well as a fantastic little supper club. I’ll finally leave you with a song, as I eat my herring sandwich, the bread is not as good as Le Petit France but its not the worse I have had on a ferry.

Im just traveling back from a fantastic wedding weekend in the southern Swedish town of Åhus.It seems like everyone including the children can tell the story of Absolut, im sure it must be taught in day care. We discovered quite possibly the best ice-cream I’ve ever had in Sweden Otto Glas (I could not find a site for them nor much info except this feature in Sydsvenskan). I had the Meringue Swiss in a home-made waffle cone which was everything expected of ice-cream and more as you found the pieces of meringue in the banana ice-cream. We also had a great moment overlooking the sea the day before the wedding eating freshly smoked eel at a fisherman’s beach side house with beers. This is where I heard stories of Ålagille, a party were you basically have 7-10 various was of cooking eel complemented by copious shots of vodka. The eel could be smoked, fried, as a soup, boiled etc.. it can get messy, just oily eel and copious booze. Not sure what beer to drink with what food, well an online beer somelier is here to help. And to finish off this post with a sunny drink, Michelada, composed of light Mexican beer (Sol), fresh lime juice, Worcestershire and Cholula, topped with a lime juice and salt crusted rim. I actually had something similar once at the Fox’s once minus the worcestershire and lime & salt rim.

If wearing the wool from the aborted fetus of a sheep on your head seems stylish then your possibly also interested in the possibility of whole chicken in a can. Quite possibly one of the nastiest things I have seen in a while, it looks like hell in a can and some people were brave enough to sample it. I also discovered a way to anally rape a chicken on the bbq with a beer can in the name of food, which will haunt me for a while. Im currently on the train down to Århus, the Swedish one, for a wedding which will include a guided tour of the Absolut factory! Any other country in Europe this would be greeted with merriment and the thoughts of free tastings but this being Sweden, well lets say unlikely.. due to a small group of retarded people in Sweden who can’t enjoy alcohol responsibly we are all treated as children and unable to buy a bottle of wine on a Sunday.

Well miracles do happen it seems these days, not only does the face of baby jesus appear in a fried potato but I go up 11 places in King Magazines 100 most powerful people in fashion thanks to making this seasons key accessory - sausages. Yes the humble banger is THE accessory in menswear this season. As pointed out by a number of peers 69 is an interesting number to be associated with especially when its a mens magazine. If that wasn’t enough to put you off your dinner then check out some of the most gruesome comfort foods guaranteed to destroy any hope of getting into a pair of slim jeans - THIS IS WHY YOU ARE FAT. Supposedly there’s a book coming out of tasty treats. I discovered TwobobTV this week, has its moments, the only food related film I can find relates to Chef Ramsey . The Fox just sent me this link, a tasty little dance number from France.

So, Ive been even more infrequent with my blogs, I have to apologize once again.. Life just gets busier and busier especially with all the sun, its hard to be tied to the computer when there are spring vegetables to be eaten, sausages roasting on the grill and new kicks to buy. I’ve been watching too much Andrew Zimmern lately on Bizarre Food, addictive viewing, most things I won’t touch but the piece on Kopi Luwak was most interesting. Im loving the fact the coffee is made from coffee berries eaten and shitted out by a Palm Civet, when can I get it in Stockholm? You can always follow how great, dull, expensive, cheap or disastrous my dinners or lunches are at my twitter as I don’t have much else to say other than work, and that stuffs all secret so only leaves what I had to eat being in the public realm. Such as tonight, spontaneous BBQ with Mathias and the ladies, death by Merguez! Bought at the ONLY sausage shop in town worth buying sausages Taylor and Jones! They were a success! as was the Tabouleh. Im desperately in need of somewhere decent for lunch in the Mariatorget/Zinkesdam area suggestions please, its seems the majority of places are terrible except Mellqvists and the funny french style place on Torkelknutsonsgatan.

So, its been yet again another crazy week, hence not so much blogging going on, or even Twitter. I just discovered a whole new use for Twitter, its a way to share recipes. Many of the top chefs in the UK are sharing their recipes I think Giorgio Locatelli’s Pasta al Crudo and Mark Hix’s Pork Crackling will get a try out in my kitchen in the near future. Last night I went to the SNS’s 10th birthday, which was fun, Biz Markie was certainly good but I think at that age would cut down on the burgers . Well that is unless you had Tuscany’s best butcher next door, his new fast food concept sounds great, the basic €10 option gets you a massive burger with roast potatoes, vegetables and red wine. On the subject of burgers, watch Padma Lakshmi face fuck a Western Bacon THICKburger, fast food porn, keep that in mind as you then watch 18 large hotdogs flushed down a toilet , its a passion killer.

So, its been busy, you must have guessed by my absence, it still is, but the burning urge to blog my weekly hunt for food continues. However this time I fancy just a list of links, like a short list of ingredients to make something greater than the sum of its parts. Lets start with some tasty luxury brand lollipops, some Obama fingers from the fatherland, my favorite restaurant (for food) gets a Michelin star, a Swedish TV host can’t use the right phrase ‘Chocolate balls‘ and finally scanwiches (thanks to the lovely Devi). Hate to mention Las Vegas one more time but this chef is all over it..

So, like the new season of Lost, I have just been inspired to go back in time to find ‘ the island’ or to be honest, find some writings, which took place Saturday 21st February, in the bar of the Sahara Casino in Las Vegas. It’s my forgotten demo tapes, original directors cut buried under a motorway siding or lost manuscript, sit back, brew a rooibos tea, eat some dark chocolate and wonder why I had too many beers and why was I writing at 4pm in a Casino?

Elvis it seems, has left the building, but his legacy of fat arse’s, fried food and rockn’roll lives on in the Casino of the Sahara. Actually, Elvis and me actually do have one thing I common we both like eating squirrel. (Well that’s the end of part 1, random scribbling)

“You don’t need to leave America to visit Europe” I spied the quote in the NWA in-flight magazine. I believe North-West airlines would benefit from the tag line “Straight outta Compton”, an airline as radical as the lyrics from Compton’s finest would have got me on the plane more than dire food and camped seating. Which reminds me, get running next week, I don’t want to end up like Elvis. (Wow that was part 2, of the missing blog posts)

Imported beer or American beer, utters the barman at the Sahara in broken eneeglish (sic). My mind is confused, distracted for a second as an older Asian woman wearing a dress a girl thirty years younger could just about pull off, delivers a beer to a fat dude in a XXXXL T-shirt at the black jack table, which he arrived to earlier on a little electric scooter. “Imported beer” err “a Corona”, the only nod to consuming sort of local produce this week if Mexico counts as local enough. Well local enough to fill the strip with Mexican dudes trying to pass you flyers with ‘25 dollar specials’ delivered direct to your hotel door.

So there you go, part 3 of random scribbling from the Sahara, slightly more coherent than an episode of Lost without the smell of Davidoff’s ‘Cool Water’. I really think Sawyer would have benefited with some ‘Mandals’ he has enough raw sex to pull them off and if you laughed he could always shoot you and bury you on the island.

This week we unveil the 1st floor at PUB and the new +46 concept on the 3rd floor, so its going to be a busy week, Friday – Saturday sees some great activities in-store so drop past and have a shop.