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. It's getting to be that time of year. My dad always used to say the best thing about glögg was that if you imbibed a few glasses, no matter how cold it was outside you could comfortably walk home without your coat on. My favorite nickname for the stuff is "Scandinavian antifreeze." If you're not lucky enough to be invited to my mom's place for Christmas this year - and her guest list is highly exclusive - Simon's will have to suffice.
November 15, 2010 in Personal | Permalink