When all is said and done — the last Swedish translation written, and the last meatball inhaled — how do you adequately measure three months in Stockholm? Well in terms of butter, the answer is 600 grams. This occurred to me a minute ago as I scraped the last little bit of salty lard from the tub, and realized that this is the second 300 gram brick of butter I’ve purchased for the apartment. Luckily, I have no concept of the metric system so that number means nothing to my waistline. (This is the same principle as the unintelligible nutrition info on my sour cream and onion chips. If you can’t read it, the calories don’t count.)