Somedays are just Becky Homecky days. Few things are more domestic than doing laundry and baking, right? Now, those that know me, know I am not big on basements. I think this stems from looking at so many icky, cobwebby basements when we were house hunting (and those of you that have known me for a long time know I have done more than my fair share of house hunting). While I appreciate the storage basements provide, I don’t like the creepiness, crawliness, or dankness. So, I was a bit less than thrilled to learn that our laundry facilities are located in the basement. Add to it, the laundry room is like a bunker, something from the television show LOST. Here’s how it goes: walk down the stairs, unlock a solid metal door that is HEAVY and has a spring so it closes quickly (and will amputate a finger if you aren’t careful), press the light switch – and clang!- the lights come on in a distant room, with a clang noise. Then, a few seconds later, the lights come on in the main room.
It’s a large, white room with a huge press on the left. It looks like a medieval torture device, but I’ve been told (thanks, Erik!) that it is really a sheet press from the 1940’s.
On the right is a huge electrical panel; it must control the electricity for all the units in our building. The, there’s another metal door that leads to the actual laundry room. Seriously, it looks like a bunker. A very clean and pleasant bunker, but bunker-ish just the same. And therefore, kind of creepy.
I had a bit of a language barrier with the washer. There are simple symbols, but some are new to me. And of course all the words are in Swedish. (of course!) I thought I had it all figured out. Did many loads of laundry. Then, our friend, Erik, took a look at the washer. I had been putting the laundry detergent in the softener’s spot. Hmmm, maybe our stuff isn’t as clean as I thought.
So, the laundry was doing its thing and it was time to make cookies. I had all the ingredients I needed but some were a bit different than in the US. The brown sugar, for instance, is like granulated sugar with molasses. The cookies turned out fine, just with a little different taste. Not better, not worse; just different. Check out the action photo. The dress code for baker’s helpers is pretty formal!