I was in the airport on one of my many trips here in the last year and I asked about decaffinated coffee and I was told “this is Sweden. We don’t have that.”

Well, wise-ass, you do:

Yeah, you can’t actually tell decaf from a picture, but its there. Trust me. Anyway, in celebration of my extended sojourn in Sweden I decided to sample the local foods:

And here it is:

It wasn’t bad. They toasted it with butter and there was some kind of cinnamon on there, but all right.

Did I mention my extremely pleasant dining companion?:

I am not the fastest hands with the camera, so it wasn’t as if this thing sat down and then flew away. No, it was hanging out on the table and gave my slow self enough time to pull out my camera and take a picture of this flying vermin. Oh flying vermin, you will never know how important your presence was to my life. Thank you.