Well, Thursday was the traditional spinach, fried eggs and potatoes dinner. Yesterday was the traditional fish-dinner, with heaps of salmon from the beautiful rivers of Sweden, because as you know you shouldn’t have any meat on Good Friday, thus we all consumed a shitload of fish to compensate. Today the coast is clear for meat again, but before we embark on a journey into the most manifold variations of cold meat during dinner time, we’ll have a nice soup with dumplings for lunch. Traditional of course. Well, and tomorrow, there’ll be the breakfast of breakfasts, with slabs of meat, sausages, eggs, bread in various shapes and of course little baked cookies in the shape of easter-eggs decorated with multi-colored sugar-coatings in honour of our Dear Lord whose death only prevented us from rotting in the sulfuric pits of hell. Since it was Jesus who made all that possible, we’ll doubly celebrate him tomorrow by frying a lamb the size of Liechtenstein for hours on end, inviting our dearest friends, and consuming it all within a burping and lip-smacking twenty minutes. Ahh, how I love being a catholic.