One year later, these are the things I miss about Denmark:

The kakao maelk:







And King's cigaret (Photo courtesy of The House of Prince site - and yes, that really is the name of the premiere cigarette manufacturer in Denmark):
and why do I love them so? I think it's because the filters are the size of the nail on my pinky finger. And also because they have the best warning slogans - "Smoking can hurt," and "Smoking is maybe harmful for you and a fetus."

While wasting my time on The House of Prince site, I found this marvelous gem under "View of Smoking":
We know that many people find it difficult to quit smoking. Some may use the expression that they have become addicted to smoking. We believe that everybody can quit smoking. Millions of people all over the world quit every year, simply because they decide to do so and add will power to their decision.
Smoking is a choice that should be left with adults only. In our opinion nobody under the age of 18 should smoke."

Really? My first memory on Danish soil is of a middle-aged Danish woman lighting a cigarette in the airport at baggage claim, and then giving it to her 12-year-old son. 18 my ass.













And I probably miss this most of all. I tried making some myself, but I had to use Svensk vodka and Hall's cough drops, and...it was miserable. It just tasted like shots of vodka that smelled like sickness. It was sort of tragic. And chunky...not all of the cough drops dissolved all the way.










I'm pretty sure that a lack of mentholated vodka is the source of my bad health. And the red King's. And not enough chocolate milk. Screw all natural foods...I miss the Danish diet.



I miss the school-sponsored alcoholism, the non-stop haze of cigarette smoke, and The Danish Film Institute. Too bad they only get 4 hours of sunlight.