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Did I ever tell you the story about the party I threw for my friend Marissa in my old flat? It was October of 2008 and Rasmus and I were just friends but spending a lot of time together.

I’d organised the party at my place and invited all our friends, asking them to bring some food with them (I was a poor NGO worker so the potluck was the most sociable and affordable option!). Rasmus arrived with a loaf of home-baked fruit and nut bread. I think I may have fallen in love with him at that moment.

Pølsehorn opskrift

So although I am usually the baker in our home, and definitely the one with the sweet tooth, Rasmus can definitely hold his own in the kitchen. On Monday night he decided to make these pølsehorn that he’d been talking about for weeks, since we were last in Denmark and bought two big packets of sausages to freeze.

They are seriously yummy! He made half with tomato ketchup filling which are my favourite. They’re best warm but they last quite well. I may have eaten two yesterday morning, and then gone on a trip to ikea and eaten too more hotdogs there. What can I say, I like sausages! I think these would make great lunchbox fillers for kids – or for slightly bigger kids at the office.

Pølsehorn opskrift


Pølsehorn opskrift recipe


Here is the recipe. It is translated from the Danish cookbook God Mad – Let at lave, which seems to be the Danish cookery bible as far as I can tell. It has recipes for everything a Dane would ever want to eat.



What you need:

  • 25g yeast (live; we used 7g dried)
  • 1 dl warm water
  • 50g butter
  • 1 dl yoghurt
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 egg
  • c. 450g plain flour
  • 8 hot dog sausages
  • Ketchup or mustard (optional)

What you do:

  1. Stir the yeast into the warm water.
  2. Melt the butter and mix with the yoghurt. Stir this mixture into the yeast
  3. Add the salt, egg and flour and knead the dough well together. Leave the dough to rise in a warm place about 30 minutes.
  4. Preheat the oven to 200 c.
  5. Beat the dough down and divide it into 2 balls. Roll each ball out into a thin circle. Cut the circle into quarters or eighths (depending whether you want big or small pølsehorn).
  6. Spread half a teaspoon of mustard or ketchup on each triangle and lie one or a half hotdog sausage on top.
  7. Roll the triangles up, starting at the wide end. Place them on a baking sheet covered with baking paper. Leave them to rise about ten minutes.
  8. Brush the pølsehorn with milk or beaten egg and then bake them in the oven for around 20 minutes until they’re a nice golden colour.
  9. Enjoy them warm!!

Home Sweet Home print from J M Barclay’s etsy page

Today it’s been nine days since we moved to Luxembourg. Some of you have asked me how we have been settling in.

Well in the past nine days I have…

unpacked about 3/4 of our boxes

made lists of furniture to buy and DIY tasks to complete

tested out the local sushi, Chinese and Indian restaurants (sushi: ok, Chinese: great, Indian: amazing)

discovered a great new local cafe/bar called Independent for lunches and burgers (with all organic, fair trade and red label items – I love it!)

had an amazing experience of Luxembourg beaurocracy when our registration took an easy 15 minutes

had a not so good experience of washing machine delivery services (still waiting and wishing to have clean clothes again)

been to a St Andrews’ Day celebration at the home of the British Ambassador (as you do)

bumped my head multiple times on a) the extractor fan over the hob and b) the sloping ceilings in our bedroom. It’s actually kinda funny – for some reason by brain never remembers to tell my body to duck however many times it happens…

made my first trip in the car to the supermarket and didn’t hit anything in our beyond-huge rental car

made an advent wreath

slept in the flat on my own for the first time (Rasmus is on a five day work trip; he comes home again tomorrow and I can’t wait to see him)

broken in our new oven with raison scones

made spiced nuts as my first advent Sunday gift to Rasmus

found a Danish design store just around the corner, complete with design magazines and packets of liquorice (for Rasmus, not me)

found an English bookstore just around the corner

concluded we live in quite a good little area in this small city

cried some, laughed some

missed my friends in Brussels


It’s been quite busy. But it’s going well. I’m looking forward to meeting more people, making our flat feel even more like home, having my husband home again.

I commented on Elise’s blog today. She’s moving this week, from San Diego to Ventura, and she said something that is very very true for me in this moment: “No matter where we live, I’m home.” Because it feels like home the moment Rasmus walks in the door.

“through a thousand worlds waits weightless love…”

Jeg elsker dig, min mand x

Remember that Rasmus and I got married 18 months ago?

Photo by the wonderful Fancy who should certainly have been paid for the amount of work she did for our wedding…

Well if you’re not already so over reading about it, then my wedding graduate post is up today over at A Practical Wedding. I am totally in love with that blog, with Meg, and Alyssa, and the whole wonderful community there. So allow me a moment while I try to stop hyperventilating from excitement and then I’ll come back and talk again… :)

Yes, it’s a holiday created for commercial gain by card and chocolate companies.

But I still say any chance to remind the ones you love that you are, actually,

still head-over-heels smitten with them

is a good thing.

Jeg elsker dig Rasmus xxx

I like Grover and Jesse’s take on marriage.


I forgot to put on my ring today.

I only usually take it off to shower, not because I’m worried I’ll lose it down the drain but more because it gets tangled in my hair when I’m shampooing…

But it usually goes straight back on after all the suds have been washed away and so to have forgotten it today feels very strange. I wasn’t a ring-wearing girl before we got engaged but it became normal so quickly that now I feel its absense.

Funny timing too because this week – as you’ll no doubt know by now – Prince William and the lovely Kate Middleton announced their engagement to some general excitement and lots of debate around the value of the British monarchy. What was more interesting to me was that William gave Kate his mother’s engagement ring which is almost exactly like mine. Just about three times the size of course.

That’s Kate’s on the left and mine of the right in case there’s any confusion ;)

My first reaction was girly excitement that I clearly have such “royal” taste. I picked out my own ring with Rasmus one rainy Saturday in Antwerp (he picked his then too) and knew what I was looking for from the start. My mum has an engagement ring a little similar to mine but with yellow gold rather than white.

My second reaction though was something along the lines of “NOOOOOO!” when I read further down in the BBC article that “Jewellers say they have already had orders for copies of Miss Middleton’s engagement ring”.

See, I chose my engagement ring very particularly, as I’m sure all women do. I knew I did not want a diamond solitaire. I like colour in my life so the idea of a clear diamond was not very exciting. I love sapphires and I wanted something that wasn’t so contemporary that I would be wishing I’d got something different in ten years time.

My engagement ring is also my wedding ring. This confuses a lot of people when they ask to see “my wedding ring” and I show them what British/Americans assume is just an engagement ring. We did it this way partly because it is Danish tradition – you both get rings when you get engaged and have just that one ring (they both look more like British wedding bands).

But I also liked the symbolism of having just one ring to stand for the one commitment we were making to each other. The symbolism of an unbroken ring for the ongoing commitment and love in the relationship fit both our engagement and our marriage. I didn’t make a new commitment when I made my wedding vows, I only solidified and formalised the commitment I already had to our relationship. Of course it’s not a perfect symbol – symbols never are, and for the record my concept of marriage is a little more multi-faceted than what I just stated – but for me, this was a better picture of what we were doing when we got engaged and then married. We were deepening and strengthening our ongoing love and commitment to each other.

All that being said, my engagement ring is one of the most special objects I possess. I think it is beautiful but I love it more for the depth of meaning behind it and the stories attached to it, the memories of standing in the middle of the street outside my house in the light of the streetlamps and having Rasmus put it on my finger for the first time after he’d gone for a beer with my dad and got his blessing.

So the idea that suddenly there are going to be flighty princess-wannabees all over England with my same ring is jarring. But then I remember that those women don’t have my story, don’t have my memories, don’t have my husband. And then it’s not a problem, because I have this wonderful marriage to a wonderful man, and a wonderful ring to symbolise it. And that’s all that matters.

If you like talking about rings, Meg over at A Practical Wedding had a really interesting post up on the subject last week that got all the intellegent ladies over there talking… find it here and for older posts on the same subject, look here and here.

my thoughts are once again filled with guest lists, favours, flowers and timetables.

I’m planning a wedding for this Saturday. A couple we know from church who are good friends are getting married and when the stressed out bride heard through a mutual friend that I kinda missed wedding planning, she called me straight away :)

I’m enjoying it a lot. It’s quite a different experience doing it for someone else, because they might not always choose the same things I would. I have to think what will fit their tastes and personality best, not mine. I have to do it according to their budget, not mine. So many differences but still I like it because it is this great combination of being efficient and being creative which suits me to a tee.

So I can’t tell you anything about the big day yet because probably I have some readers going to be at the blessed event this Saturday, but here’s a wee visual hint…

This is the first ideas board I came up with when I was brainstorming for their wedding. I figure I can show you since a lot of our ideas and plans have evolved since this initial explosion of thoughts…

We’re taking a break from US travels today so I can shamelessly promote my good friend Andy Rous, who also happens to be our wedding photographer. Not bad timing, since probably the next post coming will be the one where I finally show you photos of the Vegas wedding we went all that way for!

It’s also a chance for me to show you some of our official wedding photos which I promised you a long time ago and never got around to…

Andy and I have been friends since I was, hmm, about 14? That was about the time I joined the joint youth group between my church and the one in the next village. There I found myself mostly surrounded by guys two or three years older than me who already had cars and enjoyed making fun of my girliness. Andy was one of those guys :)

He went of to uni to study photography and since then has taken the photos for so many of my friends’ weddings: Rob and Katherine, Jon and Kat, Will and Lucy…

So when Rasmus and I were thinking about who to do our photos I automatically thought of him first. He spent all day with us on the Sunday (the day we got married), coming early while Jen and I and my girlfriends were getting ready, then snapping away all through the ceremony, the walk down to the village hall and the tea party there. We have some really good pictures from that day.

The following Saturday we were back in Brussels for the big knees-up there with all our multi-national friends in Belgium there and family and friends from Denmark, UK, and USA flying in for the fun.

We’d always had this idea from the beginning that we wanted fun wedding photos. The worst part of a wedding for me is all that time you take standing around trying to make the one free drink you’re given last and pretending to enjoy the awkward smalltalk while you wait for the couple to take the fiftieth photo with another arrangement of distant relatives.

We were pretty sure we’d never put those photos up on our wall anyway.

So we had an idea which we pitched to Andy which he loved! We would get ready in the morning and spend Saturday afternoon before the party wandering around our favourite places in Brussels taking fun photos.

(The getting ready in the morning turned out to be the hardest part since we’d not got to bed till 3am the night before since all our good friends were in town and we were having way too much fun. We were both still sleeping when the girls turned up to do my hair and makeup…)

The afternoon was sooo much fun! Seriously, after the whole getting married part, one of the highlights was spending a whole afternoon together taking photos.

We went to all the places we love most or that we have a special relationship with. First stop was the metro closest to our flat. Before we got married I lived six stops away so countless evenings Rasmus would walk me to the metro and say goodnight here. This was maybe the most fun place to take photos, especially since we were such an unusual sight! We had lots of funny looks, waves, thumbs up, “felicitations!”…

Then we got the metro to the Palais de Justice which is one of my favourite places in the city. It turned out that Rasmus had never been inside before but it was a great place for photos – these towering pillars, high ceilings, huge staircases.

Once we were done there we wandered outside and were feeling quite peckish so got waffles and coke from the waffle van. Actually, he gave us the coke for free which was sweet. There’s a great view over the city from the square up there so we took a few more.

Then down the elevator (come visit and you’ll find out what I’m talking about) and on to one of our favourite antique stores in the Marolles district, where we bought our dining table and the wood beams we made our “wine cellar” from. We just walked in all dressed up and said “can we take photos”. They were so nice to us! Anyone who gave us a wedding gift will have seen this photo already because we used it for the thank you cards we made.

It was such a fun afternoon, and the perfect prelude to a really fun and celebratory evening at the party, when Andy continued snapping photos.

And really, how great are these photos?! They are wedding photos I would actually be happy and not embarrassed to hang on our wall (or put on my facebook profile!). Andy is a great photographer and I think he did a good job capturing us in these photos, rather than a couple who looks like every other wedding couple.

AND he has a shiny brand new website for you all to go look at!!! Excitingly, the first photo you see is of us, and if you go to the Wedding gallery you’ll see even more, along with a lot of my friends’ weddings (and a few random but nice strangers).

If you know anyone getting married and looking for a photographer, point them Andy’s way :)