fløde fyld fløde pudderkvast is what i would eat in a little cafe in the beautiful copenhagen mornings with a “lille kaffe.” i have always been a fan of indulging in simple brkfsts consisting of delicious sweet things. i had made friends with asbjørn, the proprietor of “store forventninger.” asbjørn (i like typing the ‘o’ in his name) and his small cafe are a minor celebrity among our danish foodie kin. everything is produced by hand. he has his hands in everything. all day. every day. i don’t mean to freak out the mysophobes*, i just mean that everything is unique, artisanal and delicious. and i must say, everything so, was so much so, so. anyways, i don’t mean to sound pretentious, but denmark is a great place to go on a weekend getaway for a spectacular brkfst. the fløde fyld fløde pudderkvast are a strange and lumpy looking pastry, much like my old art history teacher, without the sweet pastry part. the cream on the inside of these is a light and fluffy, yet delicately decadent cloud (a thesaurus is a great way to liven up your writing) that just melts in your mouth. it makes you feel as though the 8500 kilometer flying time, and two hour driving time from the airport, is worth it for just two days of copenhagen. the best part about this quaint and amazing shop, besides the distance to the red light district**, is it’s freshness. walk in at 11:30 am or at 2:00 am (after a quiet, hapless night of casual strolling down the red light district) and you’ll find pudderkvasts are, for the most part, warm and delicious. the shop has around seven different brkfsty and/or other time of eating, items, but another i would recommend is the ‘coffee cake.’ try it, and let me know what you think. accompanying my brkfst was usually a small danish coffee or ‘lille kaffe’; black with a shot of rum, and a couple cinnamon sticks. a drink that will wake you up and make you drunk. if you have about ten. this brkfst had to have been the most different i have ever had (although it is quite similar to espresso with a shot of grappa and a brioche in italy…so i guess that last statement was a bit redundant.) it’s the kind of brkfst that can make you happy when you’re sad, wake you up when you’re sleepy, and comfort you when you’re inconsolable. copenhagen itself is a beautiful city with a rich history and culture. and a great number of places to nosh. god dag! (i realize it looks and sounds like something else when you have a cold, but it means “good day”).
*mysophobe it’s just a germaphobe. sometimes misspelled as germophobe. but no one’s counting…i mean watching. anyways, that’s what white-out was for before we had computers or even when we had computers. it was such annoying stuff hey? i always had trouble with it, the stupid stuff would take too long to dry and i wouldn’t be patient enough because my seven page essay on the reparations payments of germany was due tomorrow and it’s already 11:37pm, and i’m tired and i missed simpsons and family guy. then i’d go and stick my pen into the splotch of white-out goop and it would just stick to the pen and drag a streak of white and blue across the line. then you’d have to white-out the entire line. then some genius invented the white-out tape. this stuff wouldn’t even stick to the page half the time or would get dragged off by my hand because i’m left handed and i guess they figured that left-handed people either didn’t make mistakes or didn’t use white-out tape. then i’d have to white out the entire line because i wrote “gremany shouldn’t not be held responsible…” and i’d make a long crooked line that only covered the bottom half of the letters. i couldn’t get the hang of it. so i’d go back to my white-out liquid pen and splotch on some of that. my essays usually weighed about eight pounds after the writing and white-out. but let’s get back to brkfst.
**apparently red light district is not a danish-english translation for “lots of stopping.” i guess it is, in one way…but that statement can be taken a lot of ways. so lets just keep on track with pudderkvasts…
-this is just a stock photo found on the internet of the pudderkvasts. my camera was confiscated for lewdness. can you believe that? lewdness? if you’ve ever experienced this, you can contact me at brkfstluvr449@hotmail.com it’s an actual email. there’s a lewdness non-resistance group that meets every third thursday of every tenth leap year. or something. i don’t remember.
