Last night I hosted a Swedish crayfish party. It involved me doing no work at all because a Swedish friend handled all of the food and drinks. In addition to the crayfish, we had pickled herring in cream fraiche (not bad), pickled herring in mustard sauce (not so good), priest cheese (I think this loses something in translation), reindeer sausage, crispbread, rye bread, and boiled potatoes. And of course – schnapps and Swedish beer.
My favourite part (besides the songbooks, which were hilarious)? It all came from Ikea. Who knew they sold booze?