The best of last night’s local (mostly from their garden out back), seasonal, almost too-cool-for-school gluttony. With a chef from San Diego, which was a happy surprise. (at Amass Restaurant)
A bee landed on my mouth today and refused to fly away. Somehow he decided not to give me bee-stung lips. Not the culprit but one of his many Danish brethren.
Hi Mary! Hi Fred! Hi Christian! Hi Isabella! Hi Vincent! Hi Josephine! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Danish Crown Princely Family! #playingitcool (at Amalienborg Palace - Copenhagen)
40% of last night’s gluttony. And my first experience at a two-Michelin Star restaurant. Pretty cool. (at Restaurant Geranium)
This steak tartare saved my life today.
Me and my girl Queen Margie II. (at Christiansborg Palace)
Bright-eyed & bushy-tailed. 5 am. Copenhagen. (at Christianshavn Voldgade)
We came home for one night before we leave for our honeymoon this evening.
The first thing I did when I walked through our door was order pizza and wings from Domino’s. Because that whole “the bride doesn’t eat” thing was NO JOKE. I had zero appetite for about 6 days and was forcing down anything I could. I don’t know how I was standing upright on Saturday. The only thing I wanted was this Kale and Apple smoothie they made in the deli at the resort. That is not real food.
But the second 100+ pairs of eyes were off me, I was all “BRING ME ALL FOOD. EVERY FOOD.” And it was one of my most satisfying meals of my life.
So, to sum up: married life = junk food.
The last single lady GPOYW.