KARIN LUTTRUPKAKOR-TÅRTOR14.11.1973

Thoughts about cakes and pastries

In the past, food had a certain magical meaning. One ate the heart of a dead lion
to gain its courage, one acquired the qualities of what one ate.
You become what you eat.
You are what you have eaten.
A cake, a pastry, a kransekage, an almond bun…
What does one become then?
White sugar is dangerous, it requires too much for its metabolism, burning
that draws from the body. It takes much activity in the stomach to digest
a Napoleon pastry, blood is drawn from the head and one becomes sluggish and heavy.
The sweets provide a lot of calories, the body swells up and will start to resemble
a ……

The sweet has been associated with security, soft warm safety. When one eats
sweet things one becomes a little tired, and one tries to balance it with coffee – the surroundings
seem a bit more pleasant, one becomes sluggish, tired, harmless, one cannot
think clearly.
Everywhere there are also lavish bakeries, patisseries that entice with neon,
abundance, overflow, warm colors – community.
And it does not even need to be said that it is deliberate, but it is there and
does its work.

The decorations are the most conventional and established that exist.
Dolls, footballs for the girl respectively the boy, weddings, rockets to the moon,
policemen.
Napoleon pastry, Gustav Adolf pastry.
Has anyone ever seen a cake with an FNL emblem?

Cake culture is being standardized. All over Sweden one can get princess cake.
Regional differences disappear – exceptions like “spettekaka.”
In the past, only a few could afford root vegetables, white bread, pastries – now everyone
can eat them. A democratization with poor results.

Fantastic shapes, beautiful colors, a spectacle wherever you go.
Different countries have their own cake culture, very deliberately placed in the shop window.
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