Swedishness*.

At the airport coming back from Sweden we bought some sweets. I know, big surprise!

Among other things, I bought a big bag of dark salmiak. Like so:

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Last night I convinced Mike to try one. You know, as a nice ending to our Swedish evening of meatballs.

He did not care for them at all.

I don't think he's Swedish enough yet. But I guess there's enough time to convert him yet... failing that, more licorice for me!


* Ok, I think these sweets are actually Danish. Close enough.