Every year, as soon as I set foot in Skummeslövsstrand and my parents' kitchen, the urge to make Christmas sweets overcomes me. My sister recently lovingly likened them to "kräks", the Swedish term for "vom". Yeah, admittedly they ain't pretty, as I always want to put more alcohol and marzipan in them than the poor chocolate can carry.
So this year I tried really hard to refrain from recreating the usual blobs and I am pretty impressed with the results. This year, Cat will get finest cat turds in a box instead.