A time for presents here. The most surprising gift I received was a can of Surströmmings Filéer, something you eat . . . or maybe not.
When I began to open the can people started screaming, “No! Not in the house!”
It
seems this stuff has a bit of an odor. One of the relatives opened a
can in his apartment and was evicted the following day. True story. You
are supposed to eat it outdoors. “Some people don’t like it,” I was
told. “Norrlanders (Northern Sweden) love it,” they said, and suggested breaking a
cigarette into two parts and sticking the halves up my nose. “That will
help.”
The English translation for this delicacy is posted in Google as: Fermented Herring.
I can’t wait.
My second surprise of the evening was being turned on to, The Swedish Elvis
– Eilert Pilarm. If you do not already own a collection of his work I
strongly suggest you give a listen to his interpretation of Jail House
Rock. I guarantee you have never heard anything like it.
He can be found on Youtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MiJTxlEdtQ
Ahhh, these Swedes.
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