In the spirit of full disclosure, please be advised that I am not advocating Swedish food, or supporting it or even speaking well of it. But I have a mission, which I will fulfill, followed by my anecdotes on Swedish food, if interested.
Secondly, for those who say the Internet takes us away from real life, this is not true of Chowhound. My life is better because of Chowhound. I am the toast of my wife and friends because I know all the best places to eat and foods to try. And I know this is true, whereas before I found Chowhound, I only thought it was true. So you see, Chowhound has been a major self-improvement process, freeing me of my egotistical, and, dare I say, narcissistic delusions, and replacing them with egotistical and narcissistic truths.
Lastly, my wife told me to post this.
For an Uncle's 85th birthday, she wants to get him some really top quality Kroppkakor. Can anyone recommend a source, please?
And now, some comments on Swedish food. I am married to the daughter of a Swedish, Lutheran, Central Illinois farm family. My background is quite different, so it seemed exotic to me and still does in a way. As a result, most of my experience with Swedish food has been in the basement of the Lutheran church, and it is inextricably intertwined with farm food. Yes, I have gone to Ann Sathers, and one or two other places in Andersonville whose names escape me, and I even recently had meatballs at Ikea in some moment of total insanity and memory lapse (how could I have imagined this would be good food - I HATE swedish meatballs, and most meatballs, really). Anyway, the point is, I generally find Swedish food pretty terrible. Though they do okay with sweets and breads.
To be fair, I was in Sweden many years ago and recall having some decent meals. And I like herring, Lutefisk, and Aqvavit (or whatever the Swedish name). But mostly it does seem a terribly Calvinist cuisine meant to punish you for being a sinner, and through penance, to help you improve your pitifully small chance of getting into heaven.
Last little story - I come from a European, Jewish tradition. My wife and I had one of our more amusing, early marital disagreements about potato pancakes. There ensued a stupid argument whose subtext (for both of us) was how we could ever have ended up with such an idiot until I finally figured out she was talking about pancakes made from potato flour, and I was, of course, speaking of potato pancakes. This was a relief to me, for I was horrified by the thought I was married to someone who would put sweet preserves (lingoneberries) on lattkes. Okay, maybe that is not so terrible, but in the moment, it seemed truly barbarian.
Anyway, I hope I have not alienated any true Kroppkakor afficionados - remember you are not helping me, but Uncle Dorsey Helander! I swear, on my non-calvinist soul, it is true.