Lazy, weekend mornings in the late Fall or early Spring are most memorable and relaxing when started the same way my family has done for as long as I can remember: with a baked potato and pickled herring breakfast.
Now I realize that some of my readers may find the idea, the combination and frankly, even the individual ingredients (herring) unappealing. You can’t knock it until you try it. Russians aren’t the only culture that enjoys picked everything including fish. Hubby and I quickly found that out when we visited Sweden on our honeymoon. Either way, I can’t quite decide if I like it because it is so delicious or if it is so delicious because with it, I associate Sunday mornings growing up. Regardless, my craving for pickled fish and/or family togetherness was dearly satisfied over the weekend.