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Danish Oatmeal Buns – Kajeboller


(Norsk oppskrift finner du ved å klikke på linken: Danske Kajeboller)

Normally it is the parents that makes and packs the lunch for their schoolkids… In our house, it is not only the other way around, but we take it as far as the Kid buys lunch at school and brings it home to his mom!

I guess this requires a lil explanation… We are Expats, living in Demark and the Kid attends Danish school. He can bring his lunch from home, or he can buy food in the school cafeteria where he has several choices to choose from – one of them being what is called “Kajebolle”. The Kid has praised the Kajebolle for so long that I finally asked him to buy one and bring me so I could try it. I have never seen these in the store, and I wanted to try them. Of course, Expat’ing includes sampling the local foods, and OMG does the Danes have lots of great food!

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Back to the Kajebolle – you must try them; they are super good. And they are not even all that unhealthy. The oats and honey gives them a subtle sweetness and the cold rising gives a fab texture. No kneading required, just stir with a poon – and stick the dough in the fridge overnight.

They are extremely good with just butter, and that’s how they are served in the school cafeteria. (I have of course tested with cheese and jam too – which is lovely!)

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Watch this gooey, sticky dough transform into lovely crispy buns

Kajeboller (about 11 pieces)

  • 10 g yeast (or approx. 2 g dry yeast)
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 150 g oatmeal
  • 650 g plain flour
  • 700 ml cold water

Stir the yeast with the honey and salt, and add the cold water, oatmeal and flour. Give it a stir, the dough is loose so you can stir it with a spoon. Put on a lid or cling film and place the bowl with the dough in the fridge overnight.

Preheat the oven to 250 C.

Dip a tablespoon in cold water and scoop out pieces of dough and place on your baking tray. Dip the spoon in cold water before scooping out a new piece of dough to prevent it from sticking. The dough feels weird, but have no fear – it is supposed to be like this.

Sprits cold water on the buns right before you stick them in the oven, this makes the delicious crispy crust.

Bakes at 250 degrees for 15-20 minutes depending on size of the buns. Do not use the fan in the oven, and make sure the oven is holds the temperature before putting the buns in.

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Pumpkin purée


(Norsk oppskrift finner du her: Gresskar puré)

I know a lot of Americans use the canned pumpkin purée, and save themselves for some work with making it from scratch. But here in Denmark, such things as pumpkin purée is imported in only a small scale, as it is only the American expats who buys it. Meaning – it is extremely expensive for a measly can of pumpkin.

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Up until Halloween the stores are overflowing with all kinds of fresh pumpkins, and they are dirt cheap. So I bought 4 Hokkaido pumpkins, stuck ‘em in the oven and made my own puré to freeze. Now I have a small frozen stockpile of goodies to put in my soups, baked goods and pies. AND, the work is already done!

 

Now, this is dead simple:

Cut a medium sugar pumpkin or Hokkaido I half. Scrape out the insides (the treads and the seeds and the stuff holding it together). You might want to keeps the seeds to roast, if not – discard.

On a lined baking sheet, place the halves cut side down and bake at 175°C for an hour to an hour and a half. Check if you can easily pierce them with a fork – that is when they are done.

Let them cool and scoop out the pulp.

 

As before mentioned, I bought 4 pumpkins, and they yielded 8 bags of 400 g puree for my freezer. Now that is a lot of pie!

Just thaw the bag of puree up in the fridge overnight and you are good to go!

 

Relevant recipes:

Roasted Pumpkin Seeds

No Fail Flaky Pie Crust

Make your own Pumpkin Spice

Pumpkin and sweet potato soup

Pumpkin Pie

 

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Connect


I want to use this picture as an illustration of the word «Connect». The picture is of an old salvaged wreck of a Viking ship (you can see them at the Viking Ship Museum in Roskilde, Denmark).

This ship represents a connection in a historic sense; it connects us today with people that lived a thousand years before us.

It also represents a connection in a practical and sociable sense; it connects shores, countries, continents… and people.

Isn’t that a rather nice thought?

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Viking Ship

Voyage

#developingyoureye

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Home


63942813As an Expat I have given some thought about what «home» is. Sure, we can look up the dry explanation in a dictionary. Or we can define it ourselves, yea, let’s do that – should be way more fun.

You see, my family and I are Expats in Denmark. We rent a house in a small town north of Copenhagen. The market in Denmark is so slow that investing in real estate here is a complete no-go for us. And even though we absolutely hate the house we rent, we have recently extended the lease period.

Why would we do that?

Pure laziness would be a huge part of the reason why we decided to continue to rent this house. We just can’t be bothered to move – because that is a lot of work and boring.

go-big-or-go-home-memeThe proximity to The Karate Kid’s school was also a huge factor in deciding to prolong the lease.

And… The house itself is not why it is home. It’s more about making it home. So we moved in our furniture, our clothes, our stuff. Granted a whole lot of our stuff is still in storage, because this house is way smaller than the beautiful and rather large house we had in Norway. But we have unpacked enough stuff to make this Danish house feel homely.

Although there are things that are connected to certain memories, nostalgia and all that, they are still just things. And without a cat galloping across the floor and jumping up in the sofa just to piss off the dog, and a teenager aggrivating his mom by playing too loud music, all the things are meaningless. Because the memories are still there, even without the things.

home-is-where-your-heart-isIt’s not the house and things that make the memories. We make the memories. Yes, we have had many nice family meals around the dinner table. Without the family, the table would just be a table. And when that table is traded out for something new and not worn out, we will still have the memory of those nice family dinners. The table doesn’t matter. It’s unimportant.

What is important? Family. Friends. Pets. Those are my true valuables. That is what makes the home. Not the house, not all the stuff.

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Home is where the dog hairs sticks to everything but the dog

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Home is where the cat learns to read

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Home is where there is a Tiger on the roof

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Home is this bright looking fella

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Home is where you return to after showing this young man the world

 

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Sausage much?


Good morning and welcome to this week’s #WeekendCoffeeShare!

We are back from the summerhouse, and will be Glamping from home this week. Friends from Norway are vacationing not far from here, so we are hoping to get to hang out with them quite a bit this week.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that living the ex-pat life can be challenging, especially if you do not master the language in the country where you have chosen to reside. Being a Norwegian in Denmark is not that big a deal – we do understand each other just fine, thus my motivation to learn Danish is rock bottom. I am not proud of the fact that I have absolutely no desire to learn Danish, but at least I am honest about it.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you about my Danish neighbor and his Thai wife. The wife is struggling with the Danish language. She takes classes, but it is taught in English – a language she also is not all that great at. Also learning a third language by using your second language is not ideal, to put it gently. She seems to communicate with her husband, but the real problem arises whenever she has to shop for groceries.

The other day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy pork legs.   She didn’t know how to put forward her request,   and in desperation,   lifted up her skirt to show her thighs.   The butcher got the message and the lady went home with pork legs.

The next day,   she needed to get chicken breasts.   Again,   she didn’t know how to say it in danish,   so she unbuttoned her blouse to show the butcher her breast. The lady got what she wanted.

The 3rd day,   the poor lady needed to buy sausages.   Unable to find a way to communicate this,   she brought her husband to the store…

What were you thinking?

Helloooooooooo,   her husband speaks Danish!!! Your mind went straight to the gutter, didn’t it? *giggles*

(Shared Journeys)


Care to join us at the #WeekendCoffeeShare ? Then go to  Parttime Monster Blog and join the link up!

Want to see my previous contributions to the #WeekendCoffeeShare? They are funny, I promise:

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The Nerve!

Brexit Tea

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Trouble is my middle name

We should not sleep away the summer night

Diet much?

Wolf Whistle much?

An eggy conundrum

Happy Mother’s Day!

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Havnsø, Denmark


When we moved to Denmark a year and a half ago, we had every intention of utilizing every weekend and every second of our spare time to really see and experience Denmark.

Well. That didn’t happen. I guess we got too tangled up in everyday routine, and to be perfectly honest; Denmark is not all the exotic for a Norwegian. We have vacationed here since we were kids – although not so much on this particular island.

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Sir Hoof Hearted inspecting the water – right outside our rented summerhome.

This summer we decided to vacation locally, in part to finally do what we set out to do when we moved here, and in part because we were too late to get Sir Hoof Hearted (the dog) into a dog hotel. Not that we mind vacationing with Sir Hoof Hearted, we actually rather enjoy it, but it does limit our choices.

As we are too old to crawl around in the dirt looking for a tent opening in the dark, we opted for glamping. Also quite typical Danish, and also quite a normal way for Norwegians to vacation in Denmark. We rented a summerhouse.

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Old Mamasan would not mind living in this house permanently

So here we are, in lovely Havnsø, on the west coast of Zeeland. Not the longest of travels, only an hour’s drive away from our Danish home, but far enough to get that relaxing feeling of vacation. I don’t know too much about this place yet, so today I will look for some tourist information down at the harbor and pick up all the brochures and pamphlets they have.

There is a daily ferry gong to two islands off of here, and in the ocean right outside one of them is where a major battle from the War of the Kings was fought in the 1100’s. I will definitely need some literature about that before taking a daytrip to said island. Will be fun!

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Panoramic view of the «neighbourhood»

As of right now, I am more than content with just being here. We arrived yesterday afternoon, and after emptying the car for luggage we left the dog and just went to the grocery store for some provisions. We didn’t want to leave the dog in a new place for as long as it would take us to dine out, so we made dinner at home. It is a lovely house. Quite 70’s – which I absolutely love!

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Cookbooks! An El Dorado for Old Mamasan!

I have found the owners huge stack of recipe books – so guess who will go through the books and copy down the recipes I like? Yup. That be me! (I really do not mind being a copycat when it comes to recipes, i get most my ideas from books, and then make little alterations to suit my pallet.)

That is all for today, next post will be from historic Kalundborg.

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Har du egentlig råd?


Jeg er med i noen ex-pat grupper på facebook, dette er da grupper for og med nordmenn i utlendighet. Det er studenter tilknyttet store universitet rundt om i verden, det er arbeidsfolk som har flyttet ut for noen år for å gjøre en jobb, og det er pensjonister og uføre som har slått seg ned på sydligere breddegrader. Takket være EØS og div skatteavtaler er det nå fullt mulig for giktbrudne uføre og psoriasispasienter og faktisk kunne fungere i et varmere klima. Dette er noe jeg gleder meg over! Jeg synes det er fantastisk at gikta di blir såpass bra i f.eks. Spania at du har et liv. Ikke bare en eksistens – men et liv! Et liv som ikke blir i nevneverdig grad begrenset av en helsetilstand du slettes ikke kan noe for.

Man har også pensjonister som ikke feiler noe som helst, men som rett og slett bare trives under Sydens sol, hvor de spiser oliven, og koser seg på golfbanen. De har muligheten til å flytte sørover, eller langtidsferiere, og de får ta pensjonen med seg.  Intet gleder meg mer enn å se aktive, eldre mennesker som spretter rundt fra golfbanen til stranda, til marked, til middag med gode venner. Fantastisk! Og vel unt!

Men! Og det er jo alltid et men, er det ikke? Ikke alle har tatt en skikkelig vurdering av kostnader før de tar et aktivt valg og plumper uti Middelhavet med begge beina. Derfor spør jeg:

(Spania brukes her som eksempel, fordi det er her du finner den største Norske bosetningen utenfor Norge. Mine spørsmål gjelder selvsagt også deg som har bosatt deg eller langtidsferierer i andre land)

Du som klager din arme nød over den svake krona, budjetterte du ikke med valutasvingninger? Det er da soleklart at dersom man har inntekten i en valuta og utgiften i en annen – at man blir sårbar for valutasvingninger. Dersom du ikke har råd til å betale driftsutgiftene dine i Spania pga lav kronekurs – har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Du som tror du skal lære deg spansk ved å bruke Duo lingo, fordi Spanskkurs er så dyrt – tror du at du lærer nok til å kunne holde en samtale gående på spansk? Duo lingo er et kjekt lite verktøy, men for å lære språket må du gå på kurs – og du må praktisere språket. Dersom du ikke har råd til å lære deg språket i det landet du velger å bosette deg – har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Du som har bosatt deg i Spania, og ikke snakker nok Spansk til å kunne forholde deg til offentlige kontor, forventer du virkelig at Spanjolene skal komme løpende etter deg og gi deg oversetter-tjenester gratis? Jeg har sett nordmenn bruke dager på å spore opp en stakkars politimann som behersker nok engelsk til å ta imot anmeldelsen deres på engelsk – fremfor å legge noen tjuelapper i en skikkelig tolk.  Du som baserer utenlandsoppholdet ditt på gratistjenester – har du egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Hva om du blir syk? Alvorlig syk? Kreft? I slike situasjoner er det viktig at kommunikasjonen foregår uten misforståelser, og selv om du har bodd i Spania i 3 år er det nok heller tvilsomt at Spansken din er god nok til å takle en helsemessig kommunikasjon med onkologen, kirurgen og annet helsepersonell som er involvert i ditt helbred. Men å legge noen tjuelapper i en skikkelig tolk, nei det vegrer du deg for. Du tauer heller inn din norske venn som tross alt har bodd i Spania i hele 5 år, og som er akkurat like dårlig kvalifisert til translatørtjenester som deg selv. Gratis. Har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Du som langtidsferierer i Spania – uten gyldig reiseforsikring, fordi du har da Helfo-kortet, har du tenkt over hva som ligger i en reiseforsikring? Hva om du blir så syk at familien din vil ha deg hjem, er du forberedt på å betale båretransporten din selv?  Det er ikke billig! Enn om du legger inn årene, skal dine etterlatte plukke opp regningen og få liket ditt transportert hjem? Eller går du for den spanske løsningen? Hvem skal betale det? Og hva med ansvarsforsikringen som ligger i reiseforsikringen – har du løst det på annet vis? Hva om du skader annen manns eiendom – eller enda verre – hva om du skader en annen person? Er du forberedt på å plukke opp regninga? Du som ikke betaler det det koster å utvide reiseforsikringen din for hele utenlandsoppholdet – har du egentlig råd til å langtidsferiere i Spania?

Hva med brann? Du bor gjerne i ditt pensjonist-paradis uten røykvarslere, brannslukningsapparat og med faste gitter på rømningsveier.  Du synes det er både vanskelig og dyrt å finne brannslukningsapparat og røykvarslere. Dersom du ikke har råd til røykvarslere – har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Vi nordmenn har gjerne en høyere standard på innboet vårt enn den jevne Spanjol. Spanske innboforsikringer gjenspeiler det Spanske behovet for innboforsikring, hvilket betyr at Nordmenn ofte er kraftig underforsikret. For du forsikrer ikke den reelle verdien på innboet ditt. Det blir for dyrt. Så om huset ditt brenner ned og du må ut og handle alt nytt, så har du ikke råd til mer enn en brøkdel av det som gikk tapt. Si meg, når du ikke har råd til å forsikre innboet ditt skikkelig – har du egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Du skriker og bærer deg over høye strømpriser i Spania. Det er klart at dersom du skal opprettholde et norsk strømforbruk i et land med betydelig høyere strømpriser, da blir jo regningen deretter. Men om du ikke har råd til å kjøle ned huset ditt om sommeren og ikke råd til å varme det opp om vinteren – har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Du som velger å snike under radaren med lengre opphold enn loven tilsier, hvorfor forholder du deg ikke til lovverket? Er det fordi du er redd for å miste ung ufør tillegget – og andre tillegg til trygda di? Er du redd for å miste medlemskapet i folketrygden? Du vet at man kan søke om frivillig medlemskap der? Det er selvsagt ikke gratis. Tar du det aktive valget om å begå trygdesvindel for å beholde tillegg eller goder? Har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Nå har den Norske regjering gjeninnført seteavgiften, dog til en lavere rate enn tidligere. 80 kroner. Jeg ser det er stort engasjement ute på den store verdensveven om dette, folk er i harnisk over at lavprisselskaper etterfakturerer de 80 kronene, og nå ble det plutselig alt for dyrt til å dra på «hytta» i Syden 6 ganger årlig.  Dersom 80 kroner i økt billettpris er det som velter tua di, har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Norsk mat er importvare og koster en del i utlandet. I Spania, og mange andre land, er det mulig å kjøpe brunost i enkelte butikker, sågar også Friele kaffe, men du okker og stønner over prisen.  Du vet at du kan ta det med i bagasjen fra Norge, men det går selvsagt ut over både vekt og plass i håndbagasjen din, for å kjøpe til innsjekket bagasje er for dyrt – og du får dermed ikke plass til et halvt års forbruk av brunost og kaffe. Da er du tilbake til å klage på prisen i den lokale dagligvarehandelen.  Om du ikke har råd til en pose Friele kaffe – har du da egentlig råd til å bo i Spania?

Dersom du lever såpass fra hånd til munn som du gir uttrykk for på sosiale medier, burde du kanskje omprioritere litt i livet ditt? Kanskje tenke over om du egentlig har råd til å bo i Spania?

Jeg bare spør…

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Behind my old house…


My old house in Norway had a beautiful location. Close to Stavanger and Sandnes, close to the beaches of Jæren, and close to so many good hiking spots and scenic locations. Old Mamasan is no City Slicker, and chose to visit cities rather than to live in them.

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Only 15 meters from my old house, this is the view!

The hilltop right behind my house was a perfect place to walk the dog and take in some great scenery.

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Sir Hoof Hearted loves to rund around with sticks.

Ålgård has a population of 8938 people (2015), and was up until 1870 farmland. In 1870 Ole Nielsen started a wool mill, and the village started to grow. Not the most exciting of places, but peaceful and close to the amenities of the bigger towns Sandnes and Stavanger.

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Who would’nt want to live like this?

Will I ever move back there? Highly doubtful – as Sir Nerdalot thinks there is too much snow in the winter *giggles* Plus we have no connection to the village – we only bought there because we got a lot of house for our money.

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Saints and Witches


3-10347227_10153277122226622_3209566026725744526_nToday is Saint John’s Eve, the eve of celebration before Saint John the Baptist’s birthday. It’s quite peculiar that what is commemorated here is the birthday and not the death of said Saint; usually it is their death day that is being honored. The Bible says that St. John was born 6 months before Jesus, so they fixed his b-day on June 24th. In Scandinavia – the feast is held the evening before – i.e. the 23rd of June, which is today. Yeeeeeey!

Now why am I so excited about this? I am an atheist and have no reason to celebrate religious feasts like St. Johns Eve and X-mas. Well, I have one reason: Bonfires! Big bonfires! The bonfires the kids look at with Awe!

The Feast of Saint John closely coincides with the June solstice, and that is actually what is celebrated. In fact – the way we celebrate was deemed immoral by the church all the way back from the Reformation in the 16th century.

In Norway the evening is called Sankt Hans or Jonsok, and the tradition is to gather around a large bonfire on the beach and have a nice time with family, friends and neighbors. It’s a celebration of summer, of the light summer nights. We roast hotdogs on a stick over the fire, chat, sing, dance, and laugh.

4-11216791_10153277122316622_1324512748192974970_nThe Swedes have the best celebration of St. Johns Eve; Midsommar Afton! (Midsummers eve) – originally a fertility festival. They eat a type of herring (really yummy) and raise a May Pole and dance around it. The old traditions have survived better in Sweden then in Denmark and Norway. Sweden is the place to experience this feast!

Here in Denmark the kids will make Witch dolls that they dress up in old clothes. The creator of the most evil looking Witch will be rewarded. Then they burn the Witches on the bonfire. (I am not particularly fond of that tradition, but hey – this time around it’s not real people being burned on grounds of false accusations of Witchcraft.) Other than that, it is as in Norway and Sweden – with family fun and partying and good fun.

Wherever you are – I wish you a fab Saint John’s Eve/Jonsok/Midsommar Afton/Thursday – with or whithout Saints and Witches!

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Golf much? (I’ll just have lunch, thank you)


As the title might tell you, Old Mamasan does not golf. Yes, I have tried it. I wasted spent a whole weekend in pouring rain taking the course, followed by a couple rounds on the 9-hole. I was bored to death after the first hole, and cannot wrap my head around people spending 4 hours several times a week going the full 18 holes.

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I also find it quite amusing the amount of money the golfers spend on their hobby. (Of course there are several other costly hobbies), and that some golf clubs operate with century long  waiting lists – just so people can (eventually) pay lots of money to knock balls into gopher holes.

Based on my characterizations above, you might think that I have something against golf. Which I don’t. It does not bother me one bit that you enjoy the game. Good on ‘ya! It’s just not my thing.

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What is my thing, however, is lunching and dining. Those are activities that get my attention real fast! It is quite common that in connection with any golf course there is a fairly good restaurant. These restaurants are usually not reserved for members of the golf course, but open to the public, and your patronage will be welcomed.

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For my b-day two days ago I wanted to revisit the Jægerhytten, but as it was closed the last time we went there, there has been no movement on their facebook page in the last month and a half, and their website has been down for quite some time, we decided to try the restaurant at the nearest golf club,  Furesø Golfklub instead. And Whaddayaknow, we found a cozy restuarant, Hestkøbgaard, in a fantastic old building and they had great food!

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Hestkøbgaard is as the pictures suggest – an old farm. The history of the place is not all that spectacular, and it is mentioned in documents first time in 1370. During WW2 there were 25 horses on the farm. Changing rooms and Pro Shop is located in the old stables, and the clubhouse and restaurant are in the main building. I just love the main building and courtyard being framed by the stables. Quite pretty, don’t you think?

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Should you happen to be in Denmark, in Birkerød north of Copenhagen, and is looking for a nice place to lunch – then try this place out. The golf course itself is said to be good, I wouldn’t know as I’m only in it for the food ;-p

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