My Jura Capresso superautomatic espresso machine still lives atop a granite counter in my Motherland. During our years together, she provided the most perfectly frothed soy coffee drinks a girl could ask for.
But now, I live in the land of 220 volts and my Danish coffee set-up is a bit more basic. Soymilk is a definite specialty item here (expensive and not widely available) and the french press is the coffeepot of choice.
If it were not for these adorable little bottles of kaffefløde, I might be rethinking my hasty departure from the steaming Goddess.
But seeing these teeny tiny glass bottles inside my little euro fridge makes me smile, and that seems to be a very fair trade :)
P.S. kaffefløde = coffee cream
A quick Google search for kaffefløde confirms that we are indeed looking at tiny bottles of Coffee Cream. Cute little bottles :)
So, how does Opie like the kaffefløde?
Has Danish Summer warmed up yet?
I’m glad smilingsurfer looked it up because that was my next stop. Interesting!
Is the language change becoming a little more intuitive with time?
I suppose I should’ve clarified, sorry about that, I’ve amended :)
Opie mostly likes jumping on the counter and trying to knock the kaffefløde onto the floor. He seems to know that I’ll adore him no matter what, and he’s taking full advantage.
Danish summer is a mixed bag, yesterday was beautiful (high 70’s) and today we were back to cold and rainy.
The language is getting more intuitive in context, but I’m still pretty clueless and so far have not been able to leave work early enough to get to the Kommune to enroll in Danish classes. *sigh*