Smörgåstårta

Grandma is the best cook I know. Her meatballs are my favourite in the entire world. Mum says she makes them with love, which makes perfect sense to me. But today, other amazing smells were also dancing around in the kitchen, and I started circling the table on which, apparently, something very yummy was waiting.

It was a smörgåstårta! Or a sandwich cake. Layers of bread with lots of different fillings of shrimps, caviar, eggs, mayo, dill, liver pâté or smoked salmon or tuna or roast beef, topped with all sorts of nice things! My kind of food! I got my meatball and a prawn, which was yummy. But I could have eaten everything on the plate except the lemon! Mum didn't trust me to pose next to it...