The cake, we learned, was from a very old recipe book.
So old, in fact, that a dated grocery list discovered inside its covers brought comedy to our day. Old prices unearthed from these pages were just a fraction of what Danish consumers pay today.
We nibbled on slice after slice of the almond cake, talking English and Danish throughout the afternoon-- the kind of lazy Sunday where coffee turns into a beer or two. Just when we thought all the cake was all gone, more slices appeared from the kitchen.
We had coffee next to a small pond, attached to the family porch. Far from the city, this neighborhood was peaceful and filled only with the sounds of sheep grazing nearby.
Inside the house, an old blacksmith's workstation, representing the trade of the family in earlier times. This area was later converted into the family living room. |
The seemingly endless supply of almond cake lasted all afternoon. Recipes like this need to be shared...
And finally, we caught a glimpse of grandma's homemade jam collection, all created from the fruit trees in her garden.
The perfect Scandinavian Sunday!
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