Beer, potatoes, and herring in the land of the midnight sun.
Roddie Sloane lives in Norway, harvesting sea urchins and clams by hand for some of the world’s best chefs. I went along to his recent Midsummer dinner, held at St. John Maltby in London.
Today is the day the sun sits directly above the Tropic of Cancer, appearing to stand still as the longest day of the year rolls out over the sky. Get your herbs ready, witches!
The old pagan sun-worshiping festival known as Midsummer is often plagued by bad weather in Sweden, but we make up for it by eating a smorgasbord and drinking enough aquavit to forget the songs we sing dancing around a pole.
Midsummer in Sweden is our biggest holiday. There are cakes and pastries and strawberries. And lots of drinking. We drink a lot of snaps, which is like gin, but without the juniper berries.
Sweden was already facing a potential strawberry shortage this season, and then some strawberry-thieving assholes decided to wreck everyone's midsommar by stealing what was left.