Our friend Daddi is in town for a big expo and he brought us several packs of our favorite Icelandic treat. Flatkökur are flat cakes, that sort of look like burned crepes. Made with rye flour, they are sooooo tasty and I’ve missed them a lot. There’s nothing comparable here.

No, seriously. I get this much fur every time we furminate him. Which we’re doing daily.

I mean, you don’t even get a sense of the height of the mound in this photo. Why isn’t he bald?