I admit, I've been devouring Stieg Larsson's damn trilogy about the tough little girl-grownup, Lisbeth. Fast-paced mystery, intrigue, plotting. Great characters. The writing? OK, so-so, but it carries you through the fast-paced mystery, intrigue, plotting and great characters.
Oh. And for some strange reason, Larsson keeps writing about what the characters eat.
Let me tell you, this is not a food book.
Sandwiches and coffee, that's about it. It's Sweden, right?
Yes, it turned me on.
I don't drink coffee, and I wasn't going to start. But suddenly I needed bread, herring, cheese, pickles. Caviar? Probably not. But those are the basics. Had to have 'em. (And really, would you ever, in your life, crave a fish, cheese and pickle sandwich? Didn't think so.)
I couldn't find pickled herring. Settled for local smoked sturgeon (OMG, OMG). A brick of Swedish fontina cheese. A jar of American hamburger pickle slices from New Hampshire (really nice).
I hope my friend Ilva is not reading today, but I assembled a tasty snack. It will be culturally skewed, I know that, but it was my little fan-club approximation. Had to have it.
Verdict? So good. Fish and pickles! Wow!
Now I feel like going out and KICKING somebody.