Despite pancakes with jam being a traditional accompaniment to our starter (artsoppa), we have both already cooked and eaten a broad enough cross section of these to be confident as to what they taste like.  The pale-green-cream-filled-dome that is the princesstarta is probably the most well-known Swedish desert and an obvious alternative, but Cosmin is sick to the teeth of cakes having spent much of his childhood helping his mother with her cake business so I thought I’d better not. 

 Thus I went with kladdkakka.  Chocolate cake being the only acceptable cake in Cosmin’s eyes.

I have to be honest with you, at the point of serving it was an absolute disaster.  We ate a plate of hot sweet goo for pudding.  The light had faded and taking photographic evidence on my crappy camera phone was out of the question so I shoved it in the fridge, resolving to try and make goo look good on film the following morning.

Overnight a miracle occurred, the sludgy mess firmed up and actually looked and tasted like a passable chocolate cake. I painted a pattern in sour cream on the top with a cocktail stick because art.