Dinner was baked sweet potatoes and skagenröra (a swedish mix of creme fraiche, mayo, prawns, crayfish tails, spices, and lots of dill) — but the important part of the dinner was the drink.
No, really. Say it with me. Fizzy. Vodka.
If you happen to have a Swedish food store anywhere near you (if you’re in London, I can’t recommend Scandinavian Kitchen highly enough) run, don’t walk, and pick some up. I love my countrymen and their long, dark winters which encourage such insane ingenuity.