My mother's family is from Sweden. My brother and I are half Swedish. An important fact for this post, which is half story and half Swedish tradition/folklore.
Open my freezer and you are likely to find Vetebrod. My family refers to it simply as 'bulla', a sweet bread.
Last year I became friends with a gal who was born and raised in southern Sweden. In addition to being runners and career women, we are both Swedish. We spend a lot of time together. Predawn running, discussing daily life highs/lows, books, etc.
Over the last year, I have realized I wasn't raised with Swedish traditions, and often wonder HOW is this possible?! CAN it be possible? Our friendship has created curiosity, often leading to researching a story, folklore, or tradition. My childhood memories include Limpa, cheese, lingonberries, caviar, knackebrod, lutefisk, pletta, raggmunk, meatballs... plenty of Swedish food but sadly it did not include long-standing Swedish tradition.
This brings me to yesterday. I joined my friend, and her children, to attend a Swedish Christmas Market and St Lucia celebration. I was hoping to find Dala Horses and straw ornaments. I didn't know what to expect but was surprised to see gnomes everywhere.