I love cardamom to exaggeration. I want it in everything. One sunday morning several years ago, my friend Cerise and I walked a long way in the cold cold streets of Stockholm in January to find a place for brunch that we'd read about. Once we finally got there it was super crowded, but they had these gorgeous cardamom rolls on the counter. We split one while waiting and had one more each once we were seated. I still remember those with teary eyes. Last month I thought I'd try my hand at making them, I found two nice looking recipes on different blogs, merged them and FAILED. I had the wrong kind of yeast the first time, and the second time (because I tried again, it's CARDAMOM food), the dough still didn't rise. I don't have a happy ending or any ending to my story, I haven't tried a third time but I do have pictures of my first attempt. Kardemummabullar looking pretty and tasting delicious, just raw-ish and unrisen. I shall try again sometime.