Carolina Osmosis Lab Teacher Guide

And she loved life as you can not imagine how I liked

Friday noon to Gaardanas Butik.
We shared the large wooden table painted in light blue with a small group of friends who all seemed to love the sweet mustard.
The young woman who greeted us, jeans, tennis roses and chocolate linen apron, said in a smile that there were house meatballs, sausage or stew with mashed potatoes, a plate of herring and white asparagus soup.
In the meantime, she has made of thin slices of sourdough bread, butter and a delicious apple juice in a beautiful handmade bottle.
In the meantime, we photographed the stacks of wooden boxes, local vegetables and jars of honey. I liked adding a little butter on the mashed potatoes enriched with fresh herbs and honey mustard on my balls all fluffy. Around the other tables, everyone seemed happy.
While we were talking about Scandinavian furniture, while G. sipping coffee, which closes each of his lunch, a very old man walked in the room. A very elegant man in his slow gait. It was closely followed by a wrinkled woman, who was traveling with two canes. Slowly. Behind them, a friend of the same generation, with a hat. They shook hands with the young woman with pink tennis apron and chocolate, she was quick to pick up the cushions in the windows to soften the back of their chairs. The cook, blue apron and large white shirt, came out to greet them warmly and wrinkled faces were so thrilled. They chose
herring, served with boiled eggs, crackers, cream and cheese. The friend said he was would like a cold beer to accompany the meal. As there were none, he decided, quietly, to go look at the supermarket next door. Ten minutes later, the cook laid on the table a little game with wooden eggs, bread and butter. The woman began to make some sandwiches for her husband and their friend. She began to spread butter on slices of bread so good the crust thin and crisp, sweet tart heart, because leaven. The friend soon joined them, he opened the can of beer, shared content in three large glasses and seemed very happy to find your plate the small slice of buttered bread.
I do not know why but say I was much moved by these three individuals, apparently very old, who expressed this afternoon then "Look, if we went to lunch Gaardanas Butik?" , who seem to get along, taking care of each other and are attentive to their wishes.


Gaardanas Butik Nytorsgatan 31 Stockholm
Ju *, with its good taste and erudition usual, had already spoken, I forgot to write down the address but my subconscious it is responsible for me!