This morning, Facebook reminded me of Christmas three years ago. We didn’t know it at the time, but it was our last Jul with Logan, and it was also our last Christmas at Björn’s mother’s house.
We took the train to Jönköping Julafton morning. It was fairly chilly, so he wore Jacoby’s old snowflake hoody.
Jake had a snazzy new sweater of his own.
Jake had been to Björn’s mom’s house once before, but this was Logan’s first time.
As I’ve said before, Björn&’s mom always made the perfect traditional Swedish Julbord, and it was marvellous. We had the cold courses (hard-boiled eggs with caviar, pickled herring, and smoked salmon)…
…mustard-crusted ham, Jul cheese and red beet salad…
…prinskorv and meatballs (before cooking, here)…
…and sausage, cabbage rolls and Janssons frestelse, which is basically scalloped potatoes that are julienned instead, with anchovies added. It’s delicious, I promise.
Anyway, I had found this special Jul apple at the grocery store, and brought it to Björn’s mom because I thought she’d like it.
Christmas morning, Logan was sitting on a kitchen table chair, and he looked so cute I had to pose him with the apple. The rest is (Facebook) history.