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!