Expat life: Notes on finding tastes of home

It took me almost two years of living in Sweden to realize that I wasn’t raised on cream-based sauces. Over the last two weeks, I’ve been feverishly shopping for anything that could be used in a pot of African stew. I’ve traversed Stockholm hitting some of my pseudo-African/Ethnic joints to pick up yams, ripe plantains, …

The thing about Swedish breakfasts…

I’m not a picky eater though I probably could benefit physically from being picky once in a while, but I digress. Being naturally muscular, my body tends to gravitate towards protein in all forms. I grew up on large tomato-onion omelettes spiced with curry powder, salt, thyme, red pepper, and white pepper and breakfast remains …