Sure, there were lots of pretty places and cool things in Stockholm, Sweden.
But I loved these pastries more.
On a visit to the open-air museum at Skansen, Puff and I stumbled across a humble building on a cobblestoned path that had a golden pretzel hanging outside the door. We ducked in and were overwhelmed with the aroma of fresh baked goods. A woman in period costume told us about the array of sweets that were laid out in front of her on simple wooden crates.
Mine was plain and simple. Light and airy. With a sweep of sugar across the top. But the inside wasn't bland. It had a hint of a savory spice in it. Delish! Puff's was very obvious a giant heap of sugary goodness filled with (what he called) the best blueberry marmalade ever!
Don't worry... we swung by later on our way out to treat ourselves to a second round!