
Last year, it was vodka and kielbasa smuggled into Malta by my amigo from Warsaw. This year, it was Scandinavia’s turn
Jesper—another Viking friend from Copenhagen—arrived in Edinburgh bearing the holy trinity of Danish gastronomy: herring, Aquavit and a dense, brown bread mix.
A few drops of Aquavit remain, but the herring and bread are now just a happy memory.
It just goes to show you. Whether you’re Danish or Polish, there’s a little Italian grandmother inside all of us.
Thanks, Jesper! Ingen svag vine.
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