Before getting to my discussion of Swedish food, I must make a quick aside. On my flight over here I saw this movie.
It is Ingmar Bergman's Summer With Monika. This is the story of my life which should be called Summer With Kendra.
This is a farmers market in Stockholm. It looks like one anywhere. Since it is July it is full of raspberries and
strawberries. I don't see any
lingonberries. I guess that is what I get when all of my
understanding of a country's culture comes from a few crude stereotypes picked up at
IHOP. How can I ever see Sweden for what it is and get pass my silly
misconceptions.
Wait. There they are. That is a nice big bucket full. I guess
IHOP can teach us a lot. My next quest will be to find cinnamon rolls like at
IKEA. That shouldn't be too hard because I smelled them baking at least three times before I even made it to my hotel room yesterday morning.
It is Ingmar Bergman's Summer With Monika. This is the story of my life which should be called Summer With Kendra.
This is a farmers market in Stockholm. It looks like one anywhere. Since it is July it is full of raspberries and strawberries. I don't see any lingonberries. I guess that is what I get when all of my understanding of a country's culture comes from a few crude stereotypes picked up at IHOP. How can I ever see Sweden for what it is and get pass my silly misconceptions.
Wait. There they are. That is a nice big bucket full. I guess IHOP can teach us a lot. My next quest will be to find cinnamon rolls like at IKEA. That shouldn't be too hard because I smelled them baking at least three times before I even made it to my hotel room yesterday morning.
