Dear Jasper and Kestrel,
We have found the rest of the family!! Or rather, they found us, at the Billund Airport. There was lots of hugs, and Liza kept picking me up… like, off the ground! This is something her Dad David did when he got tall enough, so I guess I should have expected it.
Liza is tall, after all.
We went for lunch and talked about everything, then drove to Horsens and got tucked into our Air B and B, which is a delightful traditional Danish house just a few blocks from David and Olga’s place. It is made of brick which has been plastered over, so the white walls have a soft texture that is soft and comfy.
Hygge is the Danish word for cozy and comfortable. This place is hygge. We napped for a bit to catch up in sleep lost from the boat parade in Leiden, then
went to David and Olga’s.
Cheese, wine, fruit and crackers gave us energy to move on with our day.
Liza wanted to learn to make Snickerdoodle cookies, so there was a trip to Meny, a market nearby, and then Bilka, further away, when cream of tartar became problematic. It has a different name, of course! It took Google lens, a translation app and process of elimination, but Liza and I got it figured out.
Since this was a teaching- baking session, I gave an instruction, demonstrated, and walked away. Liza is a thorough creamer and careful measurer. All was well.
While the cookie dough chilled, we headed for the little beach at Alro.
All sorts of adventures were available!
Back home, we baked the cookies, and found just one flaw: the chemical composition of cream of tartar in Denmark is more concentrated, so the cookies had an odd, but not awful, lemony aftertaste. Rest assured, we will make them again while I am in town, adjusting the amount to get it just right.
Dinner was at Bones, a Danish clone of Bob’s Big Boy, an Americana themed steak and burgers place. The portions are enormous and we ate until we popped!
Then back to the apartment for a well deserved, well fed, happy sleep.
Tomorrow would be another day!
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 