My Jura Capresso superautomatic espresso machine still lives atop a granite counter in my Motherland. During our years together, she provided the most perfectly frothed soy coffee drinks a girl could ask for.
But now, I live in the land of 220 volts and my Danish coffee set-up is a bit more basic. Soymilk is a definite specialty item here (expensive and not widely available) and the french press is the coffeepot of choice.
If it were not for these adorable little bottles of kaffefløde, I might be rethinking my hasty departure from the steaming Goddess.
But seeing these teeny tiny glass bottles inside my little euro fridge makes me smile, and that seems to be a very fair trade :)P.S. kaffefløde = coffee cream
Labels: denmark, food