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

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