Fröken Em

For the first time in my life I’m registered at the employment agency here in Sweden. In the search of my very first job. Which for a twenty three year old is kind of pathetic. I know. I’ve been going through depression for many years making it impossible for me to study. But now I’ve finished a few classes and gotten very good grades. So I find it time to start looking for a job.

It’s kind of exciting! I’ve never been employed before. I’ve never gotten payed. Never gotten a salary. I’m growing up.

Yesterday me and boyfriend was invited to his aunts house, along with boyfriends parents and grandpa. They’re the most wonderful people! I just love boyfriends family! I’d baked a lemon cake with greek yogurt, and on top I’d drizzled a homemade lemon syrup. Yeah doesn’t that sound tasty!? It turned out perfect! Which was good because anything else would have been disaster! I wanted to impress. You see, boyfriends aunt and husband are multimillionaires. I’ve never been in a multimillionaires home before! I don’t exactly roll with that sort of crowd. I don’t want to say I’ve been poor. But I’ve always been in the lower end of the spectra. So it was kind of exciting for me.

Still sick. Warm weather plus fever equals me melting. But having the oven on probably doesn’t help. I’m bad at being sick. It’s too boring. Never mind me being the most lazy person in the world in normal case. Me and boyfriend are invited to his aunts house tomorrow along with his parents. So as usual I couldn’t resist baking. Something simple this time. A lemon cake baked with greek yogurt and with a lemony syrup drizzled on top so the cake gets all moist and dangerously tasty.

And no. I don’t taste my own baking.