On Easter Sunday, we had turkey dinner. Because apparently, turkey is the Canadian equivalent of the Swedish pickled herring – maybe you change the other dishes a bit, but the thing that is always on the holiday dinner table, Thanksgiving or Easter (Christmas or Midsummer), is turkey (pickled herring). And Diane had made the table with candles and heirloom plates, the turkey was served with vegetables and jams and stuffing and cranberry sauce and it was delicious.
I felt so privilaged, eating Easter dinner with Diane, Willie, Paloma and Jaime, in Fort Langley, British Columbia, Canada. I didn’t mind at all that I didn’t get an Easter egg or lamb or pickled herring or even a real boiled egg.
Katja Malmborg 