Swedish food is nothing to write home about. It's hard to muster enthusiasm for pickled herring and hard bread.
There are exceptions, of course, such as the sweetest wild strawberries and the earthiest tender new potatoes.
The crayfish season has just begun. The Swedes honor crayfish by hosting parties where heaping platters of fish are consumed, washed down with beer and schnapps. It's my favorite Swedish food, and I don't even mind the little cuts you get all over your fingers in your greed to open the little bastards up to ruthlessly get at the tails.
Tonight, it's crayfish for us, out in the southern suburbs of Stockholm, close to the water somewhere.
The Swedish word for the day is kräftskiva, which means crayfish party.
- by Francis S.