“Rød grød med fløde” -the first thing you learn to say when visiting Denmark, and to everyone´s amusement. It means red porridge with cream and is a traditional dessert. Here it is, rhubarb porridge with whipped cream, home-made of course at my grandparent´s house. Since blogging has entered my life, some peculiar situations arise when I take pictures for the blog. Like when I arranged the porridge next to the flowers and my grandmother gave me a slightly worried look and I assured her that it is quite normal for my generation to document everything they do on camera.
So I took pictures in their basement of homemade fruit juices, jam, jelly etc. My grandmother Edith still looked worried but a bit amused at this point..
This is what the rhubarb porridge is made from, fresh from the garden.
These toys are from when my mother was a child and my son really loved playing with them, even my old dollhouse was a hit.
Hand embroidered pillows are everywhere in my grandparent´s house, even the toilet has hand crocheted towels for the guests.
My grandmother gave me this pretty vintage flower dress from the 70s. Thank you Edith.
I hope you enjoyed my family story. My grandparents mean so much to me, when I was a child I used to stay with them in the summer and since I am partially brought up abroad, they have been a stable part of my life. They really understand how to value the simple things in life and my cousins and I loved to stay there, play and eat fresh beans, potatoes and strawberries from the garden.
My grandparents are in their 80s and still very active. My grandfather-engineer and inventor- invented the first solar energy storage system for heating in Denmark, during the energy crisis in the 70s, called Sunwell, I am so proud. My grandmother works as a volunteer at a 2nd hand shop. These volunteers care for every garment, and clean and prepare the clothes for sale, and nothing is wasted but all goes to charity. These pretty porcelain teacups are from the shop -and very cheap too.
Couldn´t be written any kind of far better. Reading this post reminds me of my old room mate! He always kept talking about this. I can forward that article to him. Really sure he can use a nice read. Thanks for sharing!
Hello Henriette,
thanks for this post – I really love to hear (and see) those stories that show the personal life of a blogger far away (well, at least living in another country).
Oh – I’d really like to know the recipe for this rhubarb (it’s called Rhabarber in German) dessert.
I always loved to eat rhubarb fresh out of the garden my grandparents kept. They also taught me to love the simple life. I learned a lot of them. Because they were very active in their little garden full of flowers, fruits and vegetables, they reached the ripe age of 86 before passing away 14 years ago. I really miss them. Maybe I’m going to write about them soon on my blog.
Greetings from Germany.
Hi Chisa, I will get back to you on that recipe 😀 Thank you for your comment ^_^