Finns seem to eat bread with every meal. I've had some nice homemade malt and rye rolls. Sliced and 'processed' rye bread and the rye square 'rolls' like for open sandwiches. The only meal I don't have bread is breakfast, the most typical meal for it at home. But Parma ham and salad on their own aren't very filling and I'm loathe to have pasta either. I don't enjoy it with only pesto or cheese.
I miss chocolate and crisps and sugary biscuits or cakes. What I wouldn't do for a nice Victorian lemonade or icy Coke, wrestled from my sister's hands because she's already had her day's quota. We do enjoy Diet Coke in my house. Dad never gets a look in although mum has one waiting for her in the fridge. My big sister drinks it by the gallon because it's 'no points' on WeightWatchers and boy does she love it. I do like them after about an hour in the freezer, when they're deliciously crisp and cold and the liquid has started to freeze inside. Oh God I'm torturing myself.
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