Finland on Bed Time Snacks

So, as you have deduced from my prior entry I am suffering terribly from some physical injuries as well as a mild case of PTSD that I sustained during the uber-competitive evening badminton game (don´t forget I am a passivist, so that level of competition is fairly foreign (pun intended) to me). I think the host mother (300 as I will call her) was feeling a bit bad for me, so she offered up a bed time snack. Cookies, crackers maybe, how about a glass of milk....no, let´s make a fire and grill brawtwurst instead! Are you bloody (I met a kenyan lad who studied in the UK, thus my change in explicatives) kidding me? No, she was not. Two firm links, two ´pints´ of lager that could fill horsetooth reservoir and a metal squeeze tube of mustard that has a label with a Finnish war hero decapitating a russian insurgent on it (makes the keebler elves look like real sissies doesn´t it). Anyways, fire was stoked and the meat was roasted. Down the hatch it went....pretty tasty, especially for midnight.

Advantage: Finnish cardiologists and life insurance agents trying to make their money on the ´short´.