Copenhagen

There is so much going on….it is unbelievable. Christmas has happened upon me…again this year. The only difference is that last year I dreamt of going to a Christmas market in Germany (and didn’t) and this year, tomorrow infact, we’re off to Cologne! And this year, there were only hopes…no dreams. I’m so excited. but that’s another blog post.

Just some photos of my weekend, last weekend, which I spent visiting a friend of mine in Copenhagen. I had a GREAT TIME! Hopefully, these will tide you over till Sunday when I get back. I hope my computer isn’t misbehaving then. Tonight, I actually thought I would have to borrow a computer to write the famous ‘the anatomy of a dead computer aka ‘crashed ’cause ours was acting up. Thankfully, that’s not to be the case.

Ask me what I think about Copenhagen and here are a few things I have to say. But I see in part….and tis not the whole:-). Here it goes:

Skylines that conjure up images of the middle east;

Yellow buses;

Danish design – minimalist, clean, functional and fashionable;

Rice pudding, packed like sausages;

Garlic puree….not pureed snails – as I first thought;

The longest cinnamon sticks I’ve seen for ages – perfect for stirrers;

Marzipan;

Babies left in prams and buggies…while mums shop. Honest, it’s true. I heard about it before I went and then I saw it with my own eyes;

An astounding array of flours and sugars! Did you know the Danes are the world’s largest organic food consumers (I read it somewhere adn I did see proof). Even the most specialist flours and grains are mainstream – mostly! Thatcame to me as a great suprise!

I sampled nice sausages….for as sheep are to New Zealand, so are pigs to Denmark….Danish bacon, ring a bell? I also sampled some nice apple liquer – boy – strong!

Christmas tidings and cheer….adorned almost everthing, from ribbons,

to jingle beer…and more!

Remoulade, remoulade, remoulade.

Crackling…by the pack;

And on the plate!

Like the Dutch drop, liquorice are a firm favourite here. Count me out!

And I was comforted…by my earliest and first memories of Denmark …..Danish butter cookies in the blue tins. Tins we fought to buy, to keep and to hold….my sisters and I!