#and kladdkaka

[druvjelly]

One thing that makes me angry is when people think mudcake and sticky chocolate cake (kladdkaka) is the same thing

THEY CLEARLY ARE DIFFERENT

Which one looks more like a cake and which one looks more like a tart??

[splatoonpolls]

I’m feeling really petty

[turndecassette2]

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

I made chocolate muffins today :) baking is really rather relaxing.

All that stress gets cracked and stirred away.

. . . They tasted okay but I'll probably test a different recipe next time.

Seriously I've made this recipe so many times now it's become boring. No one else really got excited or happy or anything either, maybe I should make a cake or maybe cupcakes! Something so they at least give me something of a reaction.

[jreatard985]

Kladdkaka fanart for school yay

[morethansalad]

Vegan Swedish Kladdkaka (Chocolate Mud Cake)

[girl-bateman]

Tried character ai yesterday to practice my Dutch and I got GHOSTED 😪

[sagalcore]

A buncha drawings from my sketchbook :P

[alltingfinns]

In Sweden a couple of siblings found their aunt’s Småland dialect to be hilarious, especially when she said words with “rs” that became “ss”. So of course a sentence like “första torsdagen i mars” or “the first Thursday in March” became especially hilarious sounding. And so they started to celebrate every first Thursday in March with a cake. (Specifically a princess cake.) This celebration went viral somehow and now “fössta tossda’n i mass” is considered the national holiday of Småland and primo excuse to eat princess cake.

What I’m saying with this anecdote is that it does not take much to invent a holiday.

You gotta create replacement activities man. We can't just phase out all the church attendance and all the usamerican social holidays cold turkey in the middle of a loneliness epidemic bro like yeah fuck church fuck thanksgiving and FUCK the 4th of July but like what's the long-term plan. People need holidays and repetitive social rituals or they go crazy. Like are we inventing new ones or ....?

[cerebralbore]

Swedish Sticky Chocolate Cake Kladdkaka This dense, gooey chocolate cake is baked in a pie plate using pantry staples. scrumptious whether warm or cold. 1 tablespoon vanilla extract, 1 pinch salt, 1/2 cup butter melted, 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder, 1 1/3 cups white sugar, 1/2 cup all-purpose flour, 2 eggs

[zorisama]

SWEDISH KLADDKAKA

[losinnato]

Swedish Sticky Chocolate Cake Kladdkaka This dense, gooey chocolate cake is baked in a pie plate using pantry staples. scrumptious whether warm or cold.

[solahnge]

I made this cake last night and to be frank I think I’ve eaten more than half of it myself. It’s hands down the ultimate comfort chocolate cake; I could eat it forever. (And it goes perfectly with a cup of tea!) Honestly nothing more I could ask for on a lazy weekend.

[swedethings]

A soft chuckle escaped Agnes's lips. "We can try." She commented with a shrug. She and Diana had years of each other's lives to catch up on. It would certainly take more than the span of a single fika. They might be able to cover half a year's time during fika; but even that might be pushing their luck. After all, the young mamma had a lot to share about her life just in terms of the fact she was now a young mamma. There was so much to catch Diana up on in terms of Gunnar's existence and how incredible it was being the little boy's mamma. "Battle scars are a childhood right of way." She then added in response to the other's words. "But I do have to say I do not want to think about Gunnar getting hurt to get the battle scars..." With that said, she placed a kiss atop the still sleepy toddler's head, tightening her embrace of the boy as he snuggled up against her. "Please do not do anything crazy. I do not need a crazy celebration." In all honesty, Agnes felt like she didn't need a celebration at all. She had numerous birthdays dedicated to just her growing up. Now it was Gunnar's turn. "Om du måste veta... min favorit efterrätt är kladdkaka, min favoritfärg är blå, och... tid?" She switched to Swedish to answer the other's inquiries, hoping she didn't recall enough of the language to understand. This was the brunette's way of answering but also avoiding. She didn't need to be celebrated. "Jag vet inte vad du menar med tid; men jag föddes på eftermiddagen. Klockan tre."

"I wonder if we will be able to get it all covered in one day." Honestly, there was a lot of holes to fill and things to talk about that she didn't think could get covered in just one day. A bright smile came over her features at the mention of fika. Being well versed by now in fika she knew there was no better time than now. "It's favorite time of day!" She nodded her head and hummed. "It is helpful and great but kids need to explore their world using their hands and eyes and not phones. I think a lot of kids nowadays get too stuck into a virtual world that they miss out on their lives. I still have my battle scar from running around on the pavements growing up. It is my favorite scar."

Diana sighed and knew she would have to work extra hard just to get Agnes to agree to one thing. "I promise there's nothing crazy. But as much as this little guy is the best gift you have ever gotten. You still get to be celebrated on the day you were born. It'd be a double whammy. Celebration for you and this handsome fella. I will not go insane just tell me three things. Favorite dessert? Color? and time."

[homunculus-argument]

Re the "Swedish Mudcake" thing, they mean Mutakakku (or at least wikipedia says that that's the Finnish word for Kladdkaka.)

A lot of English speakers just prefer to say "Swedish Mudcake" rather than "Kladdkaka", despite the fact that that's the official English name—Which might be because a lot of us Swedes refer to it as a 'sticky cake that looks like mud' when talking in English.

Just like swedish meatballs are balls that are made of meat?

...In SWEDEN?

[dsireland86]

I recently had a precious request hit my inbox anonymously regarding a Jolly fic where he and the reader are in a relationship. He's homesick, so the reader decides to make him a Kladdkaka, which is a Swedish cake, to help cheer him up.

Somehow, Tumblr screwed up, and the draft I was working on got deleted 😒 💔

So, here I am fixing a mistake and hope whoever it was that asked for the one-shot, enjoys it!

KLADDKAKA

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"Noah, you were supposed to have Jolly out of the house by now! What's going on?" You fussed at Noah quietly, hoping your husband did overhear. "Annnd I already told you..." "Shhhhh!" "I already told you," Noah repeated, quieter this time, "that I have it covered. I'll have him out of here in a few. Stop worrying."

You threw your hands over your face, trying to hide the worry and concern you were having over this whole thing. Today wasn't just an ordinary day. It was your day with your husband, with Jolly. It was your one year wedding anniversary, and you were determined to make this first year celebration perfect for him. Especially since he was feeling a little more homesick than usual.

The past few days had been hard on Jolly. His family back in Sweden was going through some tough stuff, and it was killing Jolly that he couldn't be there, helping and supporting them like they've always supported him. Even though his mother insisted everything was fine and it would all work out, it didn't stop Jolly from worrying and feeling just plain homesick. It hurt you deeply to see him this way. However, Jolly did what he always did best, and that was put on a happy face and tried to convince you that he was fine. But you saw right through it. So you came up with a plan, recruited Noah, and dived in head first this morning into executing said plan.

"How can I not worry when you know I do nothing but worry, Noah! Worry is my middle name!" "Y/N, calm down." Noah sat his glass of water down on the counter and placed his large hands on your small shoulders. "Look at me." You did, instantly relaxing when you saw the soft sweetness in Noah's eyes. "I've got you, okay? I know how important this day is for you both. I'm not going to let anything ruin it, including my procrastination." You laughed, wiping away the few tears that slid down your cheeks.

"Hey, come here," Noah cooed, pulling you in and coddling you for a moment. You relaxed, knowing fully well he was right and that you could trust him. "It's going to be fine, Y/N. In two days the two of you will be in Sweden, eating all of that weird ass chocolate cake you both like, and having the perfect anniversary getaway." "It's call Kalddkaka," you irritatingly corrected him, shoving him gently in the chest.

"Well, whatever, the point is, what you're doing for Jolly is the sweetest thing I've ever seen somebody do for the person they love. And regardless if it's your anniversary or not, what you're doing is incredible." You smiled up at Noah and hugged him tighter, thankful for his support and friendship "You're great girl, Y/N, an awesome friend and an even more amazing wife. Jolly's lucky to have you." "You bet your ass I am. Are you hitting on my wife, Skitstövel!"

Jolly came walking into the kitchen, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of worn-out jeans, with his bare feet patting loudly across the tile floor. His long dark brown hair, which was normally down, was tied up in a loose bun, showing off his perfectly angled jawline. "Hahaha, yeah, no, I'm not that stupid," Noah joked as soon as you pulled away from him.

"Smart man,"Jolly praised, sliding his arms around your waist the second your arms wrapped around his neck. He lifted you up, and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, taking his handsome face between your hands and kissing him. "Mmmm, god yeah, I need that," Jolly smiled between your kisses. He sat you on the countertop, lightly caressing your back as you continued to attack his lips.

Your lips trailed from their sweetness over his cheek and jawline, brushing the fine hairs of his trimmed facial hair, and then down the side of his neck. You breathed him in, soaking up the warmth of his skin, feeling his chest move in and out with each breath he took. "Mmm, happy anniversary to you, too, again, mi Älskling," Jolly sighed, slipping his hands around your neck. He trailed them all over, lightly messaging your shoulders and the back of your neck and snaking their way up into your hair, massaging your scalp tenderly. You let your head fall into his chest as he did this, feeling all the extra unnecessary stress instantly fall away.

"Did your mom call you?" "Hmmm, she did. Told me things are getting better, but I don't believe her. I need to get over there to see her, Y/N, all of them. I miss them." You looked up into your husband's handsome face, taking a moment to drink him in. It was then you really saw how tired he looked. Jolly seriously needed a vacation. Luckily, you had one planned for him and you as an anniversary gift. Ten days in Sweden with his family; no work, no music, no responsibility. Just the two of you.

"That smells delicious!" You pulled the cake out of the oven and sat it on the counter just as Matt and Folio walked into the kitchen. The Kladdkaka turned out perfectly; at least you hoped it did. It was the first time ever making it. You wanted to give Jolly a piece of home to help cheer him up and it would go along perfectly with his anniversary gift. "Ok, I'm not a chocolate cake kind of guy, but damn Y/N, that looks delicious."

You smiled at Matt, admiring your creation. The dark brown top was baked to the perfect crispiness and when you tapped the cake pan, it jiggled ever so slightly, just like the directions said it should, giving you hope that the inside was baked to the correct consistency. "Can we eat it?" "No! It's for Jolly, for our anniversary," you scolded Folio. He was grinning and had a slight glazed look in his eyes. "Folio, are you high?"

Matt looked at you then at Folio, grinning from ear to ear, before busting out in laughter. "Oh my god, you are!" you said, joining him and Matt in laughter. "Okay, okay, I'm not that high. I just took some gummies, that's all." "That's all huh? How many?" You looked from Matt to Folio, waiting for his response. Folio looked as if he was in trouble. "Umm, I don't know, not a lot," he giggled. "Like three, maybe." You rolled your eyes, knowing Folio's high would last him the rest of the night. "Great! Now I'm going to have to babysit your ass just to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Matt groaned. Folio giggled again, making you snicker.

"What is this about, mi Älskling," Jolly questioned you as you made him sit down on the couch. You were so excited to give him his gifts, that your could barely contain your excitement. "You'll see. Just wait right there, okay." Jolly's brown eyes stared at you in wonder, lighting up the moment they met yours. "Come here first" His hand was stretched out towards you. You took it and he pulled you into his lap where he nestled his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

"I love you, Y/N, my wife, my woman, my love." he mumbled against your skin. making you smile. "I love you, too, Jolly," you responded, looking down into his face. His hair was down, so you gathered it up in your hands and pulled it back, caressing the side of his face. He hummed, then pulled your face closer to his before snatching your lips with his own. It was a very slow kiss, passionate and heated, making you dizzy with desire and longing to hurry this moment up so you could take him upstairs and give him his "other gift".

"Mmm, okay," you stressed, regretfully pushing away from Jolly. "I want to, baby, I want this so much, but I want you to have your gifts first." Jolly kissed you again, smiling against your lips. "Well, then I'm so glad I got you something, too." "Joakim, this isn't about gifts," you frowned. Jolly grinned. He knew you hated getting gifts. You found joy in the giving, not the getting. But he was positive that you were going to love his gift. "Okay, fine, whatever, just wait right there," you giggled, running into the kitchen.

Moments later, you carefully carried out the tray with the Kladdkaka and the envelope on it after telling your husband to close his eyes. "No peaking," you squealed with excitement. Jolly smiled, big, tightly keeping his eyes closed. You sat the tray down the coffee table before him, careful removing the lid. "Okay," you sighed, wringing your hands in excitement. "Open them!"

Jolly opened his eyes and stared at the cake before him. The dark brown color, coated with the powdery white sugar on top and garnished with the few dark red raspberries, instantly reminded him of home. His dark brown eyes welled up with tears as memories of his childhood and home came rushing back.

"Mi Älskling," he gasped, barely above a whisper. "You did this? All for me?" At first, you thought he hated it, but now, looking into his eyes swollen with tears, you knew he really loved it. The moment made your heart almost exploded with happiness. "You really like?" you asked in a worry filled tone. "Like it? Baby, I love it!" Jolly reached out and pulled you back into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. "Well, the true test is how it tastes. I mean it looks pretty, yeah, but I have no idea what the inside's like." "I'm sure it's perfect; like you," Jolly praised, kissing your cheek.

You blushed, cutting a small slice. "That looks exactly like how my grandmother used to make it!" You broke a small piece off and picking it up with the fork, you brought it to your husband's lips where he opened his mouth and devoured the bite, closing his eyes. You held your breath, praying it tasted okay. "Well?" you asked as he finally swallowed. "Fuck... that's good." "Yeah?!" you smiled "Yeah. Fucking good!" You squealed in delight, as Jolly took the plate from you and gave you a piece to try and, damn it was so good.

"Okay, one more gift. Here," you grinned, handing him the envelope after hopping off his lap. Jolly frowned. "What's wrong?" "Umm, what's that?" "What do you mean? It's an envelope. Open it." Jolly reached behind him, producing the same kind of envelope. "Ummm..." "Yeah," he chuckled. "Okay, well you open yours and I'll open mine." You took the envelope and slowly opened it, as did Jolly. "Close our eyes?" He nodded.

You did, pulling out the contents of the envelope. When you opened them you gasped, eyes filling up with tears instantly. In your hands were two plane tickets to Ireland; you're most favorite place in the world, next to Jolly's arms. You looked up at Jolly and he was staring down at the tickets in his hand. You watched the tear drop fall and hit the paper, soaking it immediately.

"Are you okay," you whispered through your tears. Jolly wiped his eyes, then looked up at you. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, lightly shaking his head. You let out a small chuckle. "I don't deserve you," nodding at the tickets in your hand. Jolly stood up and reached for your hands. After pulling you up, he scooped you up bridal style and kissed you once you threw your arms around his neck.

"Is this how it's always going to be?" he asked, walking towards the stairs with you tucked securely in arms. "No, we both know it won't be." "Hmm, well, " he said taking the stairs, one at a time. "Then lets hold on tight to memories like this, bringing them back to the light when things are too dark and don't seem real. I don't ever want to loose you."

You held onto your husband, burying your face in his chest as your fingers trailed up the back of his neck, feeling his skin prickle. "Do you feel that?" "Yes." He shivered beneath your touch. Jolly looked down at you, standing outside the doorway of your bedroom. "I am here, Joakim, and I'm real. I'm not going anywhere. Ever." He kissed you, rolling his tongue over yours. "You promise," he asked once you parted. "I promise." He walked you over the threshold of your room, just like he did on your wedding night one year ago, and with his foot, closed the door, locking you both away from the world for just one night.