06.16.2010 Pie and Genetics
I was in Denmark teaching last week. On my last day I had some time to walk around and I stopped into a café for a coffee. There was a pie-and-coffee deal, which I'm a bit of a sucker for. The motherly woman running the place asked me (first in Danish, which encouragingly happened with increasing frequency during my few days there) if I wanted sour cream or whipped cream to go with the pie. I said "whichever one is more Danish". Thankfully she took this as the half-joke I meant it and said "Whipped cream, definitely. Sour cream is I think French."
What with my Scandinavian/English ancestry, I'm a bit of a dairy-fat junkie, truth be told. Emma says that where some people have a sweet tooth, I have a fat tooth. So I was fairly delighted when the proprietor picked up a gigantic canister of homemade whipped cream (no gas-propelled flavorless '50s-misspellings whip, here) and squirted some on the pie slice. Immediately, though, it ran out. So she sent me to my table and promised she'd being me more as soon as it was ready.
After a few minutes, here's what I got. Basically it's a cereal bowl full of dense whipped cream:
(Note also the fresh-squeezed oj and really quite good filter coffee. England, take note.)
Posted by charlie williams at June 16, 2010 05:43 PM
