From a letter home:
Last night my roommate had a surströmming party and wow did it smell. We opened it outside and poured the juice into the woods. The worst part was removing the bones, which required some skill and involved having to look at the fish carefully. Unfortunately, the nose is kind of close to the eyes. However, once you piled it on the crispbread with sour cream and potatoes, it really didn't taste so terrible and of course you consume it with snaps, which arguably tastes worse. A real Swedish experience.
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