Ingrid works extra at Spånga konditori, a local café-patisserie-bakery. When she works the closing shift, she brings home all sorts of leftovers. Sourdough bread that’s too old to sell; buns that are too misshapen or have been baked slightly too dark; cakes that to my eye have nothing wrong with them at all but for some reason are unsellable. Tons more stuff gets simply thrown out.

I take a sourdough loaf to work on most Mondays and drop it off in the lunch room. Sometimes Ingrid drives round to a bunch of her friends to deliver day-old pastries. Sometimes the friends are narrow-minded philistines and say no to delicious chocolate and almond pastries, because they’ve never eaten those particular ones before, and I get take a whole box of them to serve for fika at Sortera.

Sometimes I get fancy pastries all to myself. This weekend I got a mini lime pie, a vegan brownie, and a mango/passion fruit pastry. They were all absolutely delicious.