Either way, it is best eaten with some fruity yogurt thrown in as well as Kalas Puffar (Kalaspuffar? I'm going with two words because the box shows it on two lines), which are basically like Smacks. I usually alternate my breakfasts eating cereal with milk or cereal with filmjölk.
There are so very many different kinds of filmjölk though. Some with added flavor, some that are ecological, and some that are from different regions of Sweden.
I almost always know what I’m buying when I go shopping. I’ve been here long enough that grocery stores aren’t a big deal. But sometimes I find things that I have never tried before. Like filmjölk from different regions of Sweden.
In a wave of adventurousness (which must be a word because my spell check accepted it) I decided to break free from my standard liter of fil and go for something different. Something called långfil. Described as filmjölk from Norrland. Way the hell up there in the north.
I got the last liter in the store. Which I thought might mean it was popular. Until I got it home and looked closely at the expiration date. It expires tomorrow. I bought it two days ago. This might suggest that there isn’t exactly a high turnover of långfil. That didn’t really bode well for me.
So yesterday I ate just milk and cereal for breakfast. I had to psyche myself up a little bit. And today was the day. So I shook up the liter package. Always shake fil and yogurt products I have learned unless you want a thin layer of disgusting looking dairy juice mixed in with your cereal.
After shaking, I popped up the top panels so that I could rip the packaging open. Because it seems that just about all liter packages of milk are sold in cardboard packaging.
And I started pouring the långfil into my bowl. Pouring would suggest a certain lack of viscosity. A sense of fluidness really. Instead I was forced to squeeze the cardboard packaging causing white blobs of långfil to plop into my bowl. Notice the blob on the counter in the picture. Awesome.
I soldiered on though. Because as a general rule, I eat anything put in front of me. Except for tomatoes. I added my cereal and yogurt and took a bite. The långfil had managed to absorb the yogurt into it creating a stringy creation of dairy products with chunks of fruit speckled with Kalas Puffar. Awesome.
I took a few more bites. To be honest, it tasted fine. Or, it didn’t really taste I suppose. The fil seemed to have neutralized any fruity flavor that the yogurt might have offered. Basically I was eating white flavorless dairy goop. Awesome.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. The consistency was just too much for me. So I dumped in even more yogurt. Only to watch as the långfil overpowered it, again absorbing it into an even thicker goop. This time I just gave in and ate. Spoonful after spoonful. I just kept shoveling it into me, finishing with no small sense of pride.
I still have about three quarters of a liter of långfil left. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do. I can’t really throw it out. It just goes against everything I stand for to throw out food. Before I realized what I had purchased, my plan was to try eating some alone. Just to test it out. Now I’m nervous. Intimidated by a liter of dairy. We’ll see.
Welcome to Sweden. And adventures in Swedish dairy products.
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