Traditional Swedish rye bread

Payback for those Sunday evenings on the bike When I was little, I did what many other young boys in need of a first extra income did – I handed out leaflets. Fortunately, my patch was a central area of Sala which mainly consisted of villas. The good thing with these was that you could have your bag across your shoulder and, without stopping, fill their letter boxes, which were strategically placed near the pavement. It was like a scene taken from... Read More