Unless you’ve been hiding under a pile of coats for the last year, you won’t have missed the term ‘hygge’ being thrown about absolutely everywhere. A quick search on Google Trends shows just how much interest in hygge has soared in the UK over the last 12 months.
We all know it’s a Danish concept that’s doesn’t fully translate but is mostly about being cosy and comfortable and warm and surrounded by our loved ones… or something?
It’s a really nice idea.
And don’t get me wrong, I’m as eager as the next cliched blogger to snuggle up under the duvet with a soya pumpkin-spiced latte in my hand next to my Yankee candle in the autumn and winter, but weren’t we all doing this before hygge told us to do it anyway?
Why do we need to spend £12.99 on a book that tells us how to spend an evening in eating pie with friends?
I think part of it may be because we’re done with the ‘clean eating’ trend. We’ve got fed up with being told we shouldn’t have a doorstep sandwich, that pasta is ‘dirty’ and that chocolate is a bad word. Coincide that with the temperature dropping and evening TV getting better and you’ve got a recipe for rebellion. Cue the uprising of hygge. We want our cake and we want to shove it in our faces, damn it.
So by all means: fill your boots. Enjoy your open fire and eat your dinner with your family by candlelight, but don’t think this is something new, something you need to be taught how to do. We’ve been doing this already for decades guys, the Sunday roast isn’t one of the nation’s favourite meals for nothin’. Roast potatoes, a glass of wine and a sneaky nap? I’d say that’s age old English hygge right there.