Celebrated my Mormor’s (grandma’s) 90th birthday last weekend. She was born on February 23, 1917. Now she still lives on her own, in Uppsala, Sweden.
I had promised Gero (who’s in New Zealand, enjoying the summer) to throw a snowball for him, I had to disappoint him, it was to cold when I arrived! The snow wouldn’t stick together in a snowball. So, no snowball fight for me, either. It was great, though, seeing so much snow and feeling this special (swedish) cold biting my face, and everywhere, after a while.
On Mormor’s birthday, we didn’t do anything special, only good food, and preparing some dishes for the small party we had on Saturday. On Saturday, we continued preparing food: potato salad with baked potatoes, couscous salad, chicken salad (i love chicken!), fennel salad (great!). Most of the dairy-free recipes I found on Dagens Nyheter’s recipe homepage. I baked baguette, it was surprisingly easy, and so much better than bought ones (at least if bought on ica in sweden).
At 2 pm, the guests arrived: my gran’s niece (& husband) and nephew; a friend and kind of co-worker of my mom’s, who helps mormor by going to the library and fetching her new books and returning the old ones & his wife; a former co-worker of my mom and her husband. Altogether we were 12 people, and the most important thing is my granny really enjoyed her party. Mom made a short speech, essentially on how she always felt loved by her parents, and telling mormor how much she loved her. Even my seldom emotional sister had tears in her eyes.
There was only one thing really disturbing. One day, mom told me I’m lactose intolerant, agreeing with Mormor. Either she was lying to me, or she forgot why I stopped eating dairy products. She and I had agreed on telling Mormor I’m lactose intolerant, as it seemed easier to explain. (Try explaining traditional chinese medicin (tcm), and the ill effects milk may have according to it, to a 88 year old former nurse, living in a country where milk is proclaimed as staple food!) Mom knew all along why I’d changed my diet.
She didnt’t remember the real reason until I reminded her of it.
edit: Now that i’ve talked with her about this, i’m not so disturbed any more. She thinks she forgot, as mormor always worried about lactose, not about dairy products. I suppose she was stressed by Mormor’s birthday, and by Mormor really ageing.