The Weirdest Things

Today, we had visitors, and they brought some serious chow with them. First, a real, patisserie-made cake with lemon curd and cream. Aw, how I wanted that one! My mum's a real softie, so after I had shown off my jumping skills, and the rest of the party had finished having their "fika", she gave me a teaspoonful. Soo delicious!

The fact that mum really is a softie confused me this evening, when these little fellows were put on a plate. Crayfish, apparently, to be consumed during a party with lots of singing and silly hats. I got none to taste. Zilch, zero, nada. Noll och intet, even though I tried my hardest. Waaay to salty, she said. Smelled Just Fine to me.