All I can think about is pickled herring...
O.o Omygod, if you've never had it, you have no idea what you're missing out on.
It's the candy of pickled, smelly food. The Cadberry Cream Egg of my summer. The only thing I can live off of at my Aunt Joy's (because everything else is either cake or beef) and warms my Swedish heart!
Now my scandihoovian roots are coming back with a vengeance!
(drools) :P (that is drool, not a tongue...I couldn't think of another way to do it)
alas, all I have are these sweet pickles (which taste similar, amazingly).
Also, I want lutefisk! ZOMG it's so gooood
I have no idea why I'm blogging about this, btw, I just have nothing else to talk about...
Oh, maybe I'm homesick, of sorts. I missed the Swedish festival for Easter that my family used to go to (which would be awkward now, after the divorce and all, but whatevs).
mmm Swedish fooood.