I had palak paneer for dinner the other night, ordered online. Browsing the list of takeaways it occurred to me that most of the names - of which I have no idea what they mean - sounded very fantasy namey to my ears, and I realised that that must be true for any language - even Swedish. It all depends on the recipient.
But because even though Goa Korma and Thaali sounds like really great names for tall wizard towers in my ears (eyes), I figured it makes more sense to write what you know about, like Löksoppa and Pyttipanna.
So here are a few hamlets, villages, and towns inspired by Swedish food. I'll use the following classic cookbook from 1936, Kajsas Kokbok, and the recipes will provide some inspiration. I think I'll come back to this!
Smaklig spis!
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Town of Rotmos
Located next to the deep lake of Saltvatten, this small town is widely known for its pig and root vegetable production, both highly priced.
The villagers can come of as a bit hot-tempered, but mean well. They tend to sneeze a lot.
Oddities: it is said that some pigs taste like sheep sometimes, and only old man Badsey knows why.
Isle of Löksås
Located in the middle of the cloudy waters of Lake Mjölk, this small island contains a small hamlet also named Löksås.
The few living here tend to keep to themselves. Their eyes are always red as if they've recently been crying.
Oddities: they live primarily off fish, but no nets nor fishing rods can be found anywhere on the isle.
City of Fläsksylta
Crowded, smelly, bleak... Or: opportunity-packed, scented, eh...no it is still bleak. This city attracts all type of people, and for every person gone missing in its hot sewers, another one shows up at the main gate. It's quite the boiling pot of interests.
The city is located on a warm and humid place, and not a single person is dry. This is not the place for quick business; everything moves slowly here.
Oddities: the current ruler is seldom seen, and is said to be more cast iron than human. He/she/it is also believed to be the root cause of the humid temperature.
Village of Palt
Surrounded by vast fields of rye, this small village is very welcoming to visitors, especially if they travel alone. They harvest and trade in rye grain, which they use for most of their trading, especially meat and milk.
There's a small inn in the middle of the village called The Red Drop-in, currently run by a woman named Mejram.
Oddities: many outsiders that come to this village are never heard from again. There's a crude shed at the outskirts of the village, furnished like a slaughterhouse, even though there's no butcher in town. Signs of usage are evident, except for blood, of which there are none.
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