The quietest day.
Cocoa beans, provided me by Anne. She has this habit of bestowing gifts. Usually of the chocolate variety.
A real treat. The crunchy, thick, squeaky texture and taste of red wine holds a its own place.
And when they make their way into the hands of Friis-Holm, then you’re seriously in danger of a few minutes outside the normal course of time.
A fantastic, still quite under-the-radar Danish chocolatier who’s picking up awards and with good reason – Mikkel’s bars express a character and a range of flavours from the bean that is unmatched by most lines past or present. I am keen to follow his work.
A bit of chocolate on the boat, then out into the october.
Ice cream at Isværket. Dark chocolate and liquorice. The one is the theme. The other is so very Danish.
In Nørrebro, there’s a great little area between the park and the ‘gade.
Further up the road to Rød Roses Kaffebar (The Red Rose Café) on Bladers Plads. One of my new favourite haunts. On the periphery of the coffeehouse ‘scene’ but lively and cozy, with good coffee, nice food, and friendly, open staff. Every time I go here a conversation with the servers is inevitable, welcome, and real.
This afternooon, they have a small pile of fresh figs in the cake case. Are they used for something else? I ask the waitress. Yes, a garnish, but you can have one she says. And so the cortado makes a friend.
Cool enough to be fall yet not so cold to stay inside, I venture out to the wooden table with a pen, a pelt, and a bent Borges.
The coffee soothes and settles. The fig is firm and needs a soften. They can’t keep off each other.
I am an enabler.