Or Jansson's temptation.
A great tasting potato gratin with anchovies, might take a Viking to appreciate. Long story short we celebrated Midsummer this Sunday instead of Friday. I know, shame on us but we do after all live in the US, Friday was a soccer game and Saturday we went on a date night with out kids.
So Sunday started with me picking up the kids and Grandpa at his house, went to Church, Sunday's service was on the beach, literally on the beach, then some shopping to get ready for Spain, I dropped out early to go the grocery store so I could make the best Midsummer meal ever.
I made Jansson's for the first time in my life and it did turn out great (maybe living abroad for 10 years help it), I also made meatballs, 95 of them, as close as I have ever come to taste like my great grandmother Elsa's, who made the best freaking meatballs ever.
Then of course new potatoes, pickled herring. crisp bread, aged cheeses, strawberries. All in all a traditional Midsummer.
What made it real Swedish was the fact as we sat outside on the porch getting ready to eat, it started raining. I felt like home.
A great tasting potato gratin with anchovies, might take a Viking to appreciate. Long story short we celebrated Midsummer this Sunday instead of Friday. I know, shame on us but we do after all live in the US, Friday was a soccer game and Saturday we went on a date night with out kids.
So Sunday started with me picking up the kids and Grandpa at his house, went to Church, Sunday's service was on the beach, literally on the beach, then some shopping to get ready for Spain, I dropped out early to go the grocery store so I could make the best Midsummer meal ever.
I made Jansson's for the first time in my life and it did turn out great (maybe living abroad for 10 years help it), I also made meatballs, 95 of them, as close as I have ever come to taste like my great grandmother Elsa's, who made the best freaking meatballs ever.
Then of course new potatoes, pickled herring. crisp bread, aged cheeses, strawberries. All in all a traditional Midsummer.
What made it real Swedish was the fact as we sat outside on the porch getting ready to eat, it started raining. I felt like home.
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