Last Friday was Midsummer’s Eve. In case you didn’t know, here in Sweden we take Midsummer very seriously. It’s practically our unofficial national holiday, that’s how much we celebrate it. And there are some strict rules to it too.
First, we make a funky (somewhat phallic-) looking pole that looks like a weird cross with hoops hanging from it. This we dance around, like it was a Christmas tree, and play games. When we need a break, we sit down on our picnic blankets, eat something sugary and drink coffee or lemonade. We also make flower garlands and some girls also pick seven different kinds of flowers to put under their pillows, in the hopes of dreaming of the future lover.
In the evening we all sit down to eat lots of fish, new potatoes and strawberries while drinking lots and lots of alcohol.
Well, some do. In my family, we skip the alcohol and go straight for the cake!
Every year we make a sort of pavlova. This year it was a layered one with hazelnut meringue, filled and topped with whipped cream and strawberries.
Five minutes after this picture was taken it had been completely devoured. I need to make it again soon, it was really yummie ^^
There you have it, the Swedish Midsummer in a nutshell. Or strawberry 😛