Today is the fourth anniversary of the day that Lydia and I arrived in Sweden, never to return whence we came. To mark the occasion, I made a batch of Rice Krispie Treats. Actually, that’s not quite true; we did come to Sweden four years ago today, and I did make Rice Krispie Treats, but the two things have nothing to do with one another. Rather, I found myself alone in the kitchen this afternoon with a jar of Marshmallow Fluff and a nearly-full box of Rice Krispies and nature followed its course.

The making of the Treats was fortuitous, however, in that just as I was pressing them into the pan, my sister-in-law and two of her kids dropped by and, lo and behold, I had something tasty to offer for fika. Even better, there are still a few left in the pan (assuming Lydia hasn’t discovered where I stashed it), and we can have them for dessert, too. Of course, the mention of “dessert” implies that we would have eaten supper first, and that’s far from a foregone conclusion given that it’s nearly seven o’clock and there’s not yet any supper on the horizon. Why doesn’t someone make us something to eat, for crying out loud?!