Happy Midsummer, everyone!
Today I'm taking a break to celebrate Midsummer , the day we dance around a flower-covered pole with flowers in our hair, singing "Små grodorna, små grodorna är lustiga att se" ("The little frogs are funny to watch").
After that comes the food. Conveniently, it's the same menu we have for Midsummer, Christmas, and Easter (why make life more complicated than it needs to be, right?) potatoes, herring, shrimp, salmon, meatballs (mostly for the kids), and strawberries with whipped cream. All washed down with snaps, although I'll happily take shots, thank you very much, because snaps are disgusting!
If you're single, tradition says you should pick seven different flowers and place them under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband or wife.
Or, like most of us when the alcohol starts making questionable decisions seem brilliant, you head outside for some games, because alcohol and competitive outdoor games have provided plenty of memorable moments over the years!
Have a wonderful Midsummer!
