One of the many joys of dating is the likelihood of random, intimate, astute remarks from near strangers. A comment was made, “You are having a conversation out loud that most people have in their heads,” and I thought it was pointedly hilarious. Should I have been embarrassed? I was not, although I don’t believe the remark was meant as a compliment.
A large amount of the thinking I do is out loud. The Danes think sandwiches with the inside on the outside, and with pride. Smørrebrød.
Heralding Christmas, the Danish Club of Washington, DC‘s Christmas Bazaar is held every year at the beginning of November, this year one week later than usual. Perhaps that accounts for the interminable line for kringle. Could it be that the shorter days sharpen our desire for almond kringle? Warmed till the almond paste scorches your tongue, with a cup of hot, black coffee.
What have we here (in the snapshot below)? In the back, frikadeller, and that apple dessert that I love so much and mean to make but never do. In the front the vet’s midnight snack, crisply fried fish (perch or?), and shrimp salad. You can’t see the bread but it’s there, under the overhang. Buttered. I like the bread buttered and am surprised that pre-buttered bread never hit the market. And thankful.
My mother, who took us all to lunch, said, “Nice to see Teddy enjoying his smørrebrød. He is growing up!” Bread + butter + smoked salmon are his super fuel, and he is still young enough to battle windmills and balloons.
The Lunch Encounter 