I Stared at Swedish Spicy Mustard

The Author recently visited the Swedish American Museum in Chicago. The goal of the trip was to get inspiration and information on Swedish culture and genealogy (mission accomplished). 

While side-eyeing the shit out of nearly everything within the gift shop, the Author stared obsessively at a bottle of Swedish-style spicy mustard, and he came to the realization that spiciness is in his nature, and that there is nothing that anyone or anything can do to contain it. It felt like it was just enough, a perfect balance of spiciness and surrealism; a sweet dream reminiscent of Swedish Semla, bearing a striking similarity to the Lagom philosophy of the joys of having just enough. 

Staring at spicy Swedish mustard made the Author have a mental moment of clarity and a nostalgic memory from a spiritual visit he had when he visited Sweden in 2005. Ultimately, the decision was made to purchase a bottle of the Swedish spiciness. 

The day of the visit was on a full moon, and alignment could be felt. Browsing through the books in the shop, the Author found a copy of "City of My Dreams" by Per Anders Fogelström. This find was unexpected, and it felt like... destiny.