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denmark makes the front page!

I know, I know, it has been a long time since you have heard from me. Uni totally gets the better of me, and it’s almost nearing exam times, so of course, the updates are looking more and more likely!

And after seeing this article on the front page of mx, I knew I had to come back and make a short-ish post.

dane's cheeky ban (mxnewspaper, may 26 2011, p1).

The article reports that a Danish law has effectively banned Vegemite from being sold throughout Denmark, given that it has not been approved by food authorities.

“the Danes have decided not to take their monarch’s birth nation of happy little Vegemites at their word.”

Just fyi, mx, Mary isn’t really the monarch of Denmark… but the article continued to amuse me further, courtesy of a quote from a Kraft Foods spokeswoman:

“We recognise that there is one very special Australian living in Denmark who we would be more than happy to send a personal care package to if she is having trouble finding it locally.”

To be honest, I don’t think the Danes are missing out on all that much if they can’t have Vegemite. And here is where I unload a few pictures on you, some that you may have seen before, but most are new (I think!).

Just a taste of some of the amazing food that Copenhagen at least had to offer.

Firstly, I have raved previously about my love affair with Sankt Peders Bageri and all its yummy goodness, but of course there are other bagerier (bakeries) around the place, such as HLM, this particular one which can be found adjacent to Illums Bolighus at Amagertorv at the centre of the city.

hlm@illums and a snegl (snail) from skt peders bageri.

Another one of my favourite pastries were these wonders (below, left) but I never did find out what they were called. I would just always point to them and the lovely people at Bilka would help me out. They had a pistachio-y inside and the outside was a nice pastry, quite like a croissant, but topped with, as you can see, poppy seeds. Sounds strange, but they were easy to gobble up. :) Something else that I loved, apple cake for dessert, served complete with sour cream (yes!). And of course, who could forget the amazing-ness of whipped cream topped hot chocolate. :)

unnamed nom and æblekage (apple cake) and varm chokolade (hot chocolate) at a café in frederiskberg.

Moving on from sweets now, while I never really got into the whole rugbrød thing, I was certainly partial to a great selection of cold meats and cheeses and the like. The cafeteria@KUA campus during our Danish Pre-Semester Language course definitely introduced me to some day-to-day Danish foods. More meat comes in the form of Jensen’s Bøfhus and the wonderfully affordable frokostbøf (lunch steak), with special Jensen’s sauce and amazing potatoes.

a plate from the cafeteria at KUA and 49kr frokostbøf (lunch steak) from jensen's bøfhus.

Last but not least, two great snacks: softis (soft serve) from the side window of Café Nodern, and a rød pølse (literally translated as, red sausage, but generally what we know as a hot dog) from a wagon along Strøget. I am a little sad that I could find a picture of my personal choice, a fransk (French) hotdog. (Oh wait, you can see it here, it’s the 15kr one on the right.)

softis from café nodern and a rød pølse from a pølsevogn.

With all these wonders and more (can anyone say noma, smørrebrød, marinerede sild… yeah, that is all I can remember from Danish class at this time of the night!), the Danes certainly aren’t missing out on… yeast extract!

misselty.

the twentieth of november two thousand and ten.

ørestad, mid-december.

It has been four months since I left the shores of my beloved Copenhagen.

While I posted about my leaving, I did not post about the day that I thought was going to be my last day. The day that I spent running around like crazy, trying to capture as much as I could. Trying to bring every single part of København away with me…

It all started with the snow, knowing that it might just be the last time, for a while, that I experienced snow like that.

waiting for the metro.

Walking through familiar streets, streets that I had walked down countless of times over the months, to uni, to eat, to meet, to wander, to get lost… But I feel like I know these streets like the back of my hand now…

fiolstræde, nørregade, sankt peders stræde- some of my most frequented streets.

Bikes, bikes everywhere. Even though I did not ever ride, I will miss the seeming effortlessness of all the cyclists, cruising along, threatening to knock me over… But what would Copenhagen be without them?

københavn har mange cyckler.

I had meant to visit Konditori La Glace the entire time that I was in Copenhagen, but had never found the time to do so. So I rushed there on my last day, and ordered a slice of Efterårskage (or Autumn Cake), together with two serves of hot chocolate.

la glace, og min efterårskage.

The cake was fabulously rich in chocolate, as you can probably tell from the picture, but it was so lovely, just to sit there, inside away from the cold, and contemplating my last day…

And of course, once I was done, the chilly blue skies decided to come out to play, and even that low winter’s sun.

nytorv.

It’s blue skies and sun like that, that made me love winters in Copenhagen. Winter days like this were few, but still, definitely worth the wait.

'med lov skal man land bygge' (with law shall country be built)

The City Court of Copenhagen, situated along Nytorv, bears the above inscription, which is from the Preamble of The Law of Jutland, which actually means something to me, since I took Introduction to Danish Law!

More pandering along, and then it was time to start heading home, pack the last few things (not knowing yet that my flight was to be cancelled…!)

københavn hovedbanegård.

On the train, homeward bound.

like so many journeys home.

kalveboderne, going from sjælland to amager.

And then arriving at Ørestad to find this…

no trains again. dsb sucks.

Oh, the joys of trains, plus snow.

My final trek through Fields, to visit my one and only…

bilka onestop, onelove.

And a final goodbye to the actual place that I called home for five months.

mit hjem, signalhuset.

It was terribly sad to say goodbye, and even going through, reliving my last day in Copenhagen has made me a little teary. I still miss it, four months on. It’s a hard place to shake, but I don’t think that you could ever really understand that unless you have been there, lived there, and then had to leave.

A part of me will always call Copenhagen home, and I know that I will be back there one day.

København, jeg savner dig.

misselty.

a little bit of hygge.

I have had a couple of good nights recently. As you know, I am not usually the type to go out very much, and I know that I am not the most social of people… but I’ve managed to keep myself quite occupied lately. :) I do need to start taking more photos though. I hardly have as good a photographic memory as I would like. Oh well, while a picture may say a thousand words, only memory itself can fill in the blanks.

Sunday 7th:
I had a good day venturing out to Dyrehaven, and catching up with some of the Russia gang, as well as sitting by Bellevue Beach and watching the oldies and their ‘winterbathing’ (post on that later I suppose… eventually!). I came back home with my muddy boots and met up with J. We headed out to Sjælør, a few S-tog stations away from København H, to have a look at the random light installation that was there. (more info) We stood in the freezing dark, at a mere 5pm, and watched as the projector skipped through the images.

light installation.

light installation.

Then we headed back to the city for an early dinner, at my now favourite (from Sat-Tues, after 5pm) Café Dalle Valle. I went with for the first time with B when she was here, and it again failed to disappoint. :)

laks og chokolade brownie. :D

Monday 8th:
consisted of Danish class and then coming home. The end. So no, this is not one of the nights that warrants much attention.

Tuesday 9th:
Met up with C a little bit before heading over to B’s much too early. So cards and pizza, followed closely by icecream. All in all, cards makes for a good night. :) I quite enjoy these nights, whatever you may think.

Wednesday 10th:
After the smallest Danish class ever, during which my extensive failure at the language was made quite prominent, J and I headed over to B’s to partake in PANCAKES. It was good to meet a bunch of new faces, and just chill out over waaay too many pancakes! Stayed out quite late, but it was worth it. Luckily, thanks to D, I did not have to make my way home alone! This early darkness thing does make for some paranoia around these parts…

tuborg julebryg, the chefs and mountains of pancakes! (y)

pancake hygge. :)

Thursday 11th:
was yet another uneventful night, whereupon I fell asleep much too early.

Friday 12th:
L and I had planned to go to Jurahuset, but thanks to a heads up from H, we discovered that it was not actually on, for the entire month of November actually. We will never understand the way that it the stupid Fredag Bar works…! Instead, we stayed in and hung out with K before she left us blinded by her bling-y dress (:P) and ate L’s one-hour-in-the-making rice pudding. And then it was time to stream Vampire Diaries, because we are that awesome. :) Came home, and then finished watching a Morgran Freeman movie with my flatmate B.

the chef and her rice pudding.

Then tomorrow, picking up C from the airport, and back to check out her place.

Tonight, though, I think will be a quiet one in. :)

misselty.

sankt peders bageri.

sankt peders bageri.

Today I happened upon this bakery. With a window that full of goodies, and having seen multiple people walk and cycle past me with identical paper bags bearing the same insignia, I could not resist.

chokolade croissant, 13 kr.

I got what appeared to be a chocolate croissant. Although it doesn’t look particularly special  in the photo, it tasted awesome. :)

I will definitely be going back again. This makes the long walk from Nørreport to Jurahuset much more worth it. :)

misselty.


Sankt Peders Bageri
Sankt Peders Stræde 29
1453 København K

mmm… metro!

Copenhagen really is an incredibly cultural city. Last night I went to Mmm-Metro, part of the Copenhagen Cooking festival.

There were heaps of announcements while I was waiting, but couldn’t really understand them.

waiting for the metro.

I ended up running into Bryce, and then Harold. Then the metro came (I keep wanting to say train…) and it was quite packed, but we got on anyway, and we were greeted with a small dish of what looked like an egg, some strange yellow-orange berries and what we were told was edible paper.

bryce and harald.

Turns out it was: sea buckthorn sphere served with fresh sea buckthorn, a piece of Denmark and a chilly scent of the North Sea, all together served in a white porcelain bowl.

mmm... metro!

sunset from the metro.

Bryce and Harold got off at Christianshavn, and then with a yelling of ‘Let’s eat’ (or something equivalent in Danish, I didn’t quite catch it), we were served with the second dish: smoked cheese, radish, edible dirt with a dry vinaigrette flavoured with cucumber and served in a flowerpot. The ‘edible dirt’ was a mixture of flour, malt meal, hazelnut meal, sugar and beer. It was definitely an interesting concoction.

smoked cheese, radish and edible dirt.

with servings 1 and 2.

By the time I finished, the metro was reaching Frederiksberg, the end of zone 1. I noticed a Metro inspector getting on to check tickets, so I got off, and waited for it to come back around towards Lufthavnen.

waiting at frederiksberg.

Got back on to the Metro when it came around, and then waited until the third ‘course’ was served: salty Danish pastry (wienerbrød) with bacon cream and beer flavoured edible packaging beans served in a cardboard box. The pastry was actually really nice, really light, but the ‘cream’ didn’t really taste like bacon…?

wienerbrød.

There was music playing on the Metro as well, and there was this one song that was ridiculously catchy. After much Google-ing and YouTube-ing, I have discovered its awesomeness. :)

Anyway, a few of the ‘crew’ (because I’m not sure exactly what to call them) started dancing and stuff, and it was quite amusing.

inflight entertainment.

I ended up getting off at Amager Strand, intending to check out the beach by night but it was a bit creepy dark, so I didn’t end up venturing too far away from the station. Then headed back home… for some Mi Goreng. :)

by night, amager strand, and ørestad.

I also spoke Danish for the first time last night. The second Metro inspector I ran into asked me if I had liked the food in Danish… and then I asked him if he could speak English! :) Haha.

All in all, an interesting night. :)

misselty.