Today have we Saturday--Lördag...market day!

I got some super good Swedish-practice a-prating with the local vendors. The best part is, provided I know what I mean to say (which admittedly does not happen as often as I should like), people generally do not think I'm foreign. One lady made a soy-sauce-like condiment out of mushrooms, and another handed me a glass with a smakprov--a "taste-test"--of a drink made from the by-products of her sea-buckthorn-jam-making operation. It tasted exactly like beer, which I wasn't expecting. After talking with the woman of whom I bought the goat cheese (she thought I was from Östersund at first), we made an arrangement: next saturday, before she leaves to the market, she is going to milk her goats and bring one litre with her, the which I pledge to purchase.

Sea-buckthorn berries, unpasteurised cow's milk cheese & butter, unpasteurised goat's milk cheese,  morötter, rodlök, and a pointy permutation of brassicus.

Here's a close-up of the yellowness wrought of lyckliga kor ("happy cows"). The picture doesn't do it justice--it's deeper than the egg-yolks I had this morning. Incidentally, Childe Roland & Co. are still the best egg-factories I have encountered. 

Here is a self-portrait of the rascal who won't leave me in peace.

Nico...bon voyage!