a warm cardamom roll from the swedish american museum

Chicago: So many museums, so little time. Back in May I made time to visit one of my favorites–the Swedish American Museum in the #Andersonville neighborhood. If your roots are Svensk, you should explore this neighborhood/museum. Always a fun visit.

At the admission counter, a museum volunteer explained that there was a pop-up stand on the main floor serving cardamom rolls and coffee. I knew I had to take advantage, and I wasn’t disappointed.

Slightly sweet with a zingy/spicy flavor. This roll was just out of the oven so was warm to the touch.

Elsewhere in Swede Town is the mother of garden centers–Gesthemane–decked out in turquoise and yellow (the colors of the Swedish flag). It was a lovely day.

promise and poetry

While I typically favor brightly colored flowers, when it comes to roses, I choose yellow.

I spied this rose earlier today and had to take a photo. (I hope my neighbor doesn’t mind.)

There’s so much promise and poetry here. And polarity. You can’t touch the stem (so thorny), but the petals (so soft) are buttery. Hoping this rose and its cousins hang on as long as the season allows.