Iron Ass had limited access to the kitchen, so we didn't get to see any bonfire, as the tradition back home calls for, but Grandma sang a line of the typical "Vintern rasat ut bland våra fjällar..."-song and we said cheers and had fun. That's what it's all about right?
Spring should be here now and tomorrow the Swedes celebrate some kind of equivalent to Labor Day. Obviously, that doesn't matter here, so off to bed I am. Good night, sweethearts out there.
|Peanut butter cup in disguise. Being creative in the kitchen.|