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Cheese doodles

Every time I eat cheese doodles it reminds me that I don’t really like cheese doodles that much.

Rooftop sweating and drinking in steamy Louavull.

Knob Creek Smoked Maple

Knob Creek Smoked Maple bourbon tastes like pancakes. Amazing, delicious, 45% alcohol-saturated pancakes.

If you haven’t read about when I met Fred Noe of Jim Beam, that fun story is right here.


Joel is dusting nutmeg upon the season’s delightful egg nog.

Taco Night Ends in Disaster

RIP me. The first victim of Taco Night!

Tacos: 1
Me: 0


Belgian beer

Reese’s Crispy Crunchy

I hope you enjoyed your life of being crispy and crunchy because those days are over. Prepare to die!

RIP Reese’s Crispy Crunchy. Let this be a warning to all the other chocolate on my kitchen shelf.


It’s cinnamon bun day in Sweden!

Fuh-kin grooosss!

Fuh-kin grooosss!

There’s no Greek word for Ruffles?

I found my favorite American potato chips in Greece, and it turns out that the Greek word for Ruffles is Ruffles.

Das Boot

“When the bubble comes, turn the boot.” A refreshing drink by the harbor in Chania, Crete.

Ouzo with Sprite

Ouzo with Sprite and frozen black cherries.

Happy 4th of July

May I present the American flag made of strawberries, marshmallow fluff, blueberry cream, powdered vanilla sugar, my passport and $100 bill napkins.

Warning about alcohol consumption


Jurassic Park 3D

Scenes from My Real Job

Sometimes at my job at Bonnier Magazines I design giant refrigerator magnets for our magnetic conference room.

Sometimes we have after-work parties at the office with beer and tacos. Any time Mexican food surfaces in Sweden is okay with me.


Sometimes some mariachi singers show up. ¡Fan vad bueno! These guys are more rare than the food!


In wine there is wisdom…

“In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, in water there is bacteria.” From the cover of the latest issue of Vanity Fair.

Hultsfred 2013

Last weekend, I accompanied my friends Theresa (“Disco”) and Iida (“Li’l Ratchet”) to the Hultsfred music festival.

Your author relaxing on a giant pillow in the VIP area. Working in the magazine industry has its perks.

The festival was held this year near Stockholm’s Arlanda Airport.

Perfect festival weather.

Stevie Janowski thought this party was going to be VIP-only.

K Composite contributor Iida Hellström reporting all the breaking news from the press tent (a.k.a. charging her iPhone and hiding from the rain).

Disco and Ratchet hanging out by the VIP toilets waiting for My Bloody Valentine to play.

If you’re hungry, they have some elk cooked up in a wok! (or a wook?)

Kentucky’s Bourbon Royalty Visits Sweden

I recently had the opportunity to meet a true Kentucky legend right here in Stockholm.

Though he’s not a celebrity in these parts, everyone where I’m from knows the name Fred Noe. Better still, most people know the name of his great-grandfather, Jim Beam.

As the seventh-generation distiller of the family-run Jim Beam distillery in Clermont, Kentucky, Fred Noe is both a living piece of Kentucky history and the foremost face of his family’s company, founded in 1795.

Summoned to the Castle

The evening was a special opportunity for members of the Stockholm press to mingle with Mr. Noe. The small gathering of about 15 people included journalists from food and drink magazines, restaurant trade papers, as well as a couple people like myself who are enthusiasts of both writing and drinking.

“I’ll have the… um, I guess I’ll have a Jim Beam.”

The mingle was held in Stockholm’s Vasastan neighborhood, right around the corner from where I work at Bonnier Magazines. It was hosted by Beam Brands and their Scandinavian distribution partner Edrington.

I walked a few blocks to Edrington’s offices, then took the elevator up to their beautiful top-floor space, where each attendee was individually greeted at the door and introduced to Fred Noe. This was a real thrill for a Kentucky boy in Sweden.

Everyone chatted for a while, in English of course. Mr. Noe said his Swedish wasn’t very good. I have a feeling he hasn’t learned much more than “skål” (cheers).

I asked him if he was a fan of Louisville’s basketball team or Kentucky’s. He’s a Kentucky fan. I excitedly said, “right on!” Then I quickly confessed that I would have said “right on” no matter which answer he gave. I don’t really care too much either way. (This meeting, by the way, was before Louisville won the national championship a couple weeks later.)


The room we gathered in is a lounge, outfitted with a large, natural wood dining table, a view over Vasastan’s rooftops, and a minimalistic bar stocked with an unrestrained collection of Beam Brands’ products.

After a short greeting, we all gathered around the table for a light meal of Kentucky-style food. Miniature barbecued hamburgers were on hand as well as a delicious corn-mash soup. This small meal warmed us up for the main event.

Fred Noe, whose full name is Frederick Booker Noe III, walked us through a bourbon tasting of seven different Beam varieties.

It began with the most uncomplicated type and proceeded toward the more complex. So at the beginning we had a taste of Jim Beam’s white dog – white dog is the bare, raw, un-aged liquor that comes straight off the still – and ended with the taste that has been most tampered with, Jim Beam Honey.

White Dog

White dog is a strong, clear alcohol that has never been in a barrel. Most distilleries don’t sell their white dog, nor do they allow the public to taste it. But with the growing interest in bourbon over the past few years, it has become more common for distilleries to take some off the still and share it, mostly as a novelty or for guests in their visitors’ centers.

Another Kentucky distiller, Buffalo Trace, comes to mind as one which has bottled their white dog and brought it to market.

Most people would find this beverage undrinkable. White dog is undilluted and doesn’t have the warm, woody flavor that bourbon has after spending years inside charred oak barrels.

Buffalo Trace’s white dog is just what you would expect: it’s an incredibly potent 125-proof (62.5% alcohol) monster that is both sweet and hairraising.


You’d think that a guy as steeped in bourbon culture, who was born into it and has spent a lifetime enjoying it, would be at least a bit immune to its pleasures.

Hmmm. Smells like bourbon.

This is not so with Fred Noe. He seems to enjoy bourbon as much today as anyone who isn’t a part of a seven-generation bourbon dynasty.

In addition to walking us through the varieties of bourbon that were presented for us, he spent a little time discussing the evolution of the family. Mr. Noe himself started working in the lowest ranks at the distillery decades ago, working his way through virtually every job on site in order to learn every detail of the process.

Fred’s son, having just graduated from college, is now working on the loading dock, helping to bring deliveries of ingredients into the warehouse.

Getting used to it

There were a couple things I liked about Fred Noe that left an impression on me during the evening.

First, as the standard-bearer of one of America’s most legendary alcohol-producing families, I had expected him to be the type of guy who would have a high tolerance for alcohol.

To the contrary, Fred had been out with some bartenders and PR people the night before and started our event by saying that he had a really bad hangover.

In the same way Swedes don’t get used to the winter cold, bourbon distillers like Fred apparently haven’t gotten used to the intoxicating effects of their own products.

There’s ol’ Fred sporting a mustache on the side of the bottle.

“It’s your bourbon”

The second thing I liked was that Fred is not a bourbon snob, as one might expect. He didn’t advocate drinking it straight or neat or undilluted. In fact, he spoke to the versatility of bourbon as a straight drink and as a component of other drinks.

“That’s the thing about bourbon,” he said, “mix it up any way you want to. It’s your bourbon, drink it how you like.”

I liked this a lot. Some people are purists and advocate for always enjoying bourbon straight or on the rocks.

Personally, I’m as big a fan of straight bourbon as I am of mint juleps, bourbon sours and pretty much any other way it can be mixed. Most often, for me, it’s a bourbon and Coke.

It was good to hear from a bourbon professional that he didn’t look down on any of the varieties of ways that anyone drinks the drink.

One of my favorite bourbons is Knob Creek which is only available in Sweden by special order. Jim Beam Honey was also on hand, which was introduced first in Europe.

The Devil’s Cut

One of the high points of the bourbon tasting was the opportunity to try several varieties which aren’t available in Sweden. A 90-proof, rich, woody one called Devil’s Cut was one of these.

Devil’s Cut is a unique bourbon made from a “proprietary process that actually pulls the rich whiskey trapped inside the barrels’ wood after they’re emptied,” they say. “We hold this barrel-treated extract until it develops the proper balance of bourbon notes, and bottle at 90 proof.”

After the bourbon tasting, I had the opportunity to chat a little more with Mr. Noe, which was a riot.

He loves talking about his friend Kid Rock who is sponsored by Beam. Apparently, Mr. Rock was responsible for giving Devil’s Cut its name.

Fred made my night by personally giving me a neat glass of Knob Creek’s Single-Barrel Reserve which is still unavailable in Sweden.

This bourbon has been out for a couple years in the US and has been one I’ve really been looking forward to trying.

It was spectacular. And potent.

Laid out on Knob Creek

While I was enjoying it, Helena reminded me that my band Metroschifter released a song a few years ago called “Knob Creek” that mentions bourbon. Fred asked me to made a note of this so he could check it out on iTunes when he got back to the hotel. Yep, Fred Noe has an iPad.

If there are bourbon celebrities, Fred Noe is definitely one of the big stars. So it was a big thrill to meet him – here in Stockholm no less – and to have the opportunity to get a firsthand presentation of some of Kentucky’s famous flavors.



Stockholm’s Old Town seen through a wine glass at Debaser Slussen.


Weather suitable for outdoor eating and drinking has finally come to Stockholm this year.

Strawberries as big as your head

Alice is displaying one of the gigantic strawberries we murdered today.

Weekly stampede at the socialist liquor store

Every Saturday afternoon at around 2:30 the state-run liquor stores are jam-packed with people. At 3:00 on Saturday, they close until Monday morning. On weekdays they close at 7:00 every evening.

Good morning! Free ice cream!

I met some clown this morning who was giving away free ice cream!


Here’s my co-worker Anne Instagramming before our after-work party. She was upset that all the men in the office had already begun drinking in the kitchen before 5:00 while the women were still working in the other room.


Crash Course in Cocktails with Drambuie

While putting the finishing touches on the new “Quick Guide” video for K Composite’s iPad magazine tonight, I took a break to fix some dinner.

Not now, honey. Daddy’s playing bartender.

Usually around this time, if I want to have a drink with dinner, I’ll have a beer or a bourbon and Coke. However, tonight I found that my supplies of both had been depleted. This was obviously the work of some phantom drunk who lives in my apartment.

Luckily, I’m moving to a new place in two weeks, so I won’t have to worry about him haunting me anymore. That is, unless he follows me wherever I live, which has unfortunately been the case for the past couple months, I mean years, I mean decades.

Instead of my usual go-to beverages, I decided to play bartender and whip up a proper gentleman’s cocktail. (You know, in case a gentleman happens to stop by.)

To accomplish this, I reached for a bottle of Drambuie’s latest creation, Drambuie 15. I had picked up this bottle and some other Drambuie supplies recently at a press event here in Stockholm.

Drambuie enthusiast Jenni-Lee with one of Stockholm’s foremost connoisseurs of unusual beverages

As an elite member of the Stockholm media specializing in food and drinks – I’m the publisher of a magazine that has almost nothing to do with either – I was joined by about twenty of my alleged colleagues while a Scottish bloke name Bruce from Drambuie walked us through some quick and dirty recipes. All of them were delicious.

Drambuie is – according to my most reliable anonymous source (Wikipedia) – “a sweet, golden colored 40% ABV (80-proof) liqueur made from malt whiskey, honey, herbs, and spices.”

It’s basically a very mixable beverage that is really easy to drink and results in cocktails that don’t taste too much like alcohol. Perfect for high school kids.

If you’re familiar with the product, you might not recognize it these days. They recently redesigned the packaging.

If the goal was to take a memorable and unique bottle you remember from hotel bars and grandparents’ house and make it look more boring, generic and to blend in with everything on the shelf, they hit a home run.

The newer blend, Drambuie 15, is a stronger, more whiskey-ish version which was described by Bruce the Scotsman as “more masculine.”

The three cocktails we mixed were essentially Drambuie versions of famous drinks that you wouldn’t ordinarily think of as being something in which you’d use a Scottish whiskey-based liqueur as a main element.

These drinks were variations on the cosmopolitan, the margarita and (gasp!) the mint julep. As a native of Louisville, home of the Kentucky Derby which made the mint julep famous, you better believe I voiced my strong objections to this.

Surprisingly, all three drinks were pretty damn good and they made short work of destroying my faculties. Yes, even the Drambuie mint julep, sacrilegious as it may be, was in fact, sacrilicious. Truth be told, they called it a Honey Apple Julep.

Ready to drink!

None of the drinks were purported to be replacements for the classics upon which they were based, however, all of them were excellent changes of pace and could be fun substitutions for the same tired old drinks. That’s kind of what I was thinking tonight as my bourbon supply was empty.

With that in mind – and the foggy memories of having way too much fun at Snickarbacken 7 where the event was held – I grabbed the Drambuie 15, a lemon, some honey, an egg, a bottle of ginger beer and a carton of orange juice. What you see here is the result, my own version of their recipe, the Extraordinary Fizz.

I’m not a fan of grapefruit, that’s why I went for the orange juice instead. As mentioned, I also used the “more masculine” Drambuie 15 instead of the normal stuff.

Below you’ll find the recipe for the Extraordinary Fizz and the Apple Mint Julep.

Have fun. But don’t let me catch you with Drambuie on Derby Day.

Emma, Bruce and a bunch of writers/drinkers

Emma, Bruce and a bunch of writers/drinkers

Drambuie Extraordinary Fizz

Here’s what you’ll need to make one cocktail:
50ml Drambuie (I used Drambuie 15 instead)
20ml Honey
30ml Lemon juice (about half a squeezed lemon)
20ml Grapefruit Juice (I used orange juice instead)
1 Egg White
Ginger beer

Emma, Bruce and a bunch of writers and drinkersIce (I believe this is the same as frozen water)
A shaker

Here’s how to make it:
Pour the juices, honey and egg white into the shaker.
Fill it up with as much ice as it can fit.
Shake the crap out of it and pour into a tall Collins glass or tumbler.
Top with ginger beer.
Drink it up.

Helena and Jenni-Lee

Honey Apple Julep

Here’s what you’ll need to make one cocktail:
40ml Drambuie
50ml juice
10 ml honey
12 mint leaves
A shaker

Throw everything in the shaker, shake it up, then pour it in a glass and drink it.



This store has everything!

I’ll have a pack of cigarettes, a water bong, a phone card, a Coke and a little off the top.

Cool American Doritos

Lots of products and movies have different names in different countries, but I think this might be one of the most absurd ones I’ve seen in a while.


While many places celebrate the day before Lent with carnivals and debauchery, Fat Tuesday is a special day in Sweden as well.

This is the day when people in most Scandinavian countries devour a semla or two. (Singular: semla. Plural: semlor.)

A semla is a “cardamom-spiced wheat bun which has its top cut off and insides scooped out, and is then filled with a mix of the scooped-out bread crumbs, milk and almond paste, topped with whipped cream. The cut-off top serves as a lid and is dusted with powdered sugar.”

They are every bit as sugar-coma-inducing as they look, and every bakery has them on display to bombard you.