Denmark vaction, 2012

“Foraged cuisine” has recently been earning Copenhagen restaurants raves. At Noma, Geranium, Nimb Louise, and elsewhere, Rene Redzepi and his acolytes prepare foraged ingredients in edible creations designed to highlight the surprise: look, among the seaweed and shells, here’s a meticulously crafted oyster reduction. You might almost miss the delicious morsel, if you didn’t know to look for it. While we enjoyed our own meals in this style, we didn’t have to forage for fun in Denmark. The castles and cafes, Viking ships and museums, were out in the open. Tivoli even calls itself a “Pleasure Garden.” Ice cream (with or without marshmallow “guf”) was widely available, and clearly marked. Some villages felt as if a Hans Christian Andersen story had come to life on the streets. Danish history was engaging and interactive for all ages. The four of us, and Grandma Lynn and Papa George, had a wonderful time: a week based in our Copenhagen flat, ludicrously well-stocked with Legos; another week relaxing at our “beach house” in Vejlby Fed, on the island of Funen. Turns out it’s quite exciting to be “in a different land,” as Cleo aptly put it. We even used our pink fishing nets to try a bit of low-tide foraging, ourselves. All the photos are in the album.

Rosmmenn play their first round of FodBoldGolf

In our first-ever round of the Danish pastime of “fodboldgolf” — 18 golf-style holes into which you attempt to kick a soccer ball — we encountered once again the Danish phenomenon of the Honor System. Repeatedly, we encountered museums, bag drops, unlocked bikes, and other features that functioned completely on the honor system. At the unmanned Fodboldgolf course, for example, one calculates the fees according to one’s golfing party, and deposits said amount in a small drop-box. It represented a level of cultural trust we Americans found utterly, repeatedly, amazing.

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