... and he took the box
of fish.
"Has anybody seen our
dog?" At the meantime, even Laines fled secretly out of the room. And
there were no flies that evening either!
...
After the meal, which was as short as possible, we cleaned the table
and the plates and everything.
The can-opener, which lay down in the kitchen and wich refused to give
the smell away, was also put into the dishwasher.
Laines, our dog, that I had called to give him the rest of the fish,
smelled for short time and seemed to think of licking the Crème Fraîche
rest, but he rather ran away, without enjoying the "sweets" of the
kitchen.
Result:
The traditional midsummernight-fish-meal was an offense for the nose,
but a success for the laughter muscles.
About the taste:
- My mother? Only laughter;
- my father? No answer;
- Janet? habituation-needily;
- our daughter Jenni? It's awful! ;
- and Jörg? Well.....
As dessert we ate a lot of ice cream...
and everybody wanted to participate of course.
So, if anybody visits
Sweden and is invited to the traditional
midsummernight-fish-meal....... Pay Attention!!!!
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