The idle ramblings of a Jack of some trades, Master of none

Now that I've read a couple dozen or more Scandinavian crime novels, I think I won't be lying if I say that food has little coverage in that genre. So it's pleasant to come across to occasional reference to food, even if the food is so generic, it could have been eaten even by a, umm, well, anyone. Here's the detective superintendent Irene Huss, in Helene Tursten's The Glass Devil who's being treated to a fine home-cooked meal by her loving hubby:
It was almost eight o'clock and her hunger was sharp. In her imagination, she could already see the scrumptious dishes Krister was preparing. Since they had been together when he had bought the ingredients, she knew what was on the menu. The appetizer was going to be baked goat cheese encrusted in honey, served on a bed of basil on a slice of bread. The main course was grilled cod, vegetables in wine sauce stir-fried in a wok, and home-fried potatoes. The dessert was Irene's favourite: chocolate mousse. Not exactly food for weight-watchers, but incredibly good. The wine was from South Africa and was called, oddly enough, Something Else. Intriguing, because they hadn't had it before. 
"Sweetheart," Krister said, "this wine is far too light and dry. Shall I go to the wine cellar and get a Drosty-Hof instead?" 
Irene thought the wine they had had was good, but Krister was the expert; if he said they should drink the other wine, then it would be probably be better. 
Krister went to the laundry room and opened the top cabinet of the closet next to the drying cabinet. An almost-empty bottle of Famous Grouse was there, along with two bottles of Drosty-Hof white wine and a small Bristol cream purchased on their last short vacation to Skagen because the blue bottle looked so nice.


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