#(rød grød med fløde)

[pillarofawesome]

Would a Netherlander rebløf my post if I asked nicely?

[cherllyio]

Only time i can use my weird ass hell language for something acutally productive-

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Original post i found it:

[the-dashing-miss-ollandre]

i just heard the quote "danish phonology is not a joke. its a very serious chronic throat condition that i would never make fun of"

as resident danish mutual, would you agree?

I pronounce the danish word for “knights” as [ˈʁɨ̰ɯ̯̰.ɐː]. In any other language that’s the sound you’d make just before throwing up. So uhh yeah

[candescentkpop]

Keonhee

Oneus: Valkyrie

Oneus Part 84 / ∞

[cannidre]

zero day headcanon but I’m projecting bc I’m an introj

danish/mexican mixed andre RAAHHH RØD GRØD MED FLØDE !!!!!

ukranian cal raised in america perchance

[pernillemagda]

I’m trying to learn Danish for fun, it’s such a hard language for a native English speaker! Certain letters and words feels like you have to swallow them (rød is hard for me to say).

Yeah, it is quite hard. Rød is pretty hard but then try "rød grød med fløde", you probably have heard it before 😉

If you have any questions, feel free to send another ask or a dm

[spinosacha]

Danes love to make people say “rød grød med fløde” but that backfires pretty hard because that is pretty much the most unflattering sounding sentence in the language. We did it to make fun of others and so it’s fitting we get our punishment by people calling danish the ugliest language

[denmark-official]

Jeg har allerede mestret det danske sprog, for at blive klar til at invadere landet med mine aseksuale kammerater!

Rød grød med fløde

Flæskesvær

Hvidløgsbrød

Rugbrødsmad

anon i regret to inform you i am not actually danish. i am here for the bit. i dont understand a word you just typed. im so sorry.

[chaoskiro]

Five good things today:

Folk dancing to live music (despite it being short and simple)

Rød grød med fløde

Speaking with my dad

Finding a job posting I might have a chance with.

Brushing my teeth before breakfast for the third day in a row

[formicarum-rex]

interesting video about the soft d in danish (the dish name supposedly used to catch non native speakers in wwii, rød grød med fløde, has four of them)

[moonsquaremars]

My Languages

Part 2

Danish. 

I can’t really say what attiréd me to Dansk. Was it the movie, the Prince and Me, with the fabulous Julia Stiles? One could say that. If you look at life as purely materialistic, and nothing more. But to be quite frank, that movie didn’t make that big of an impression on me, other than the fact that it was my only real exposure to Denmark growing up. I didn’t know any Danes. In Kentucky, where I was raised, there’s not a sizeable scandinavian community. There really is nothing tangibly physical that I could say caused me to become so enamoured with Denmark, Danish, and the nordic region at large. I can’t even quite conceptualize when it began, either. I just recall thinking about all the languages I wanted to learn, and somehow Danish became a priority. 

The spiritual side of me suspects I had a great past life there. Have you ever had a country (or person) you’ve met, and just kind of love or hated for no particular reason? Well, you probably have past life energy there, so the theory goes. So that must be it. Or maybe it’s just all of the aquarius in my natal chart. Scandinavia seems so aquarius. Technologically advanced, intelligent, prosperous. They weren’t always that way, but the region’s history is so rich and fascinating. I feel like I could live in Denmark, Norway, Finland, the Faroe Islands, for a thousand lifetimes. It’s a pity I don’t have any connection to them, yet. 

On the subject of synchronicity, where things just kinda unexpectedly happen but all make sense. Like the fact that my friend’s dad brought up alchemy randomly (I rarely hear about alchemy) then a couple hours later someone else randomly brings it up. Two in one day. It’s kinda like that.

Well, I could go two paths here. Stay on synchronicity, or go back to middle school when my infatuation with Denmark arose. My routine, while living with grandma, was to wake up in the morning, go to the living room. She would make us cinnamon toast, and I would watch TV. When I was younger, I’d then go out and play with neighborhood friends. But this was middle school, and we had drifted apart. I habitually would just browse the computer, while I comfortably sat in the living room, feeling cozy and warm in juxtaposition to the cold, gloomy, winter weather outside. Reading about Danish culture, and specifically the alcoholism, made me feel so warm and /excited/. Just reading aout Denmark and how people would get hammered and throw up on the city streets, riding their bikes. Gee. I was like, this is amazing! I wanna live there. Maybe that’s where my alcoholism started?

Well I suppose maybe that was just it. I just saw a movie about a Danish prince, then stumbled upon random internet information and the rest is history. Well, not quite. After I had a deeply profound conversion to Mormonism, I ran away from home to Utah. I met a homeless man there in temple square, and I of course was heaily mormon and set on the church being true and not open to other spiritual thought, but obviously still exposed to it. Well this homeless man and I were talking, and he told me about some experience he had where he was speaking in tongues and the people he was with said that he was speaking Old Danish. Well what are the odds that I run away from home, strike up a conversation with this random homeless man, and he mentions having a spiritual experience where he spoke a language only a few million people know out of billions. Maybe it’s not that unique, maybe he was speaking gibberish, and some returned missionary with decent exposure to northern european germanic languages got the impression he was making Old Danish noises. I don’t quite recall the details, but I will entertain the skeptics. 

Regardless, maybe we had a past life connection. I haven’t seen or talked to that homeless man since, but I always think about that when I think about Denmark now. And I have been able to study Danish. It’s one of my favorite things to do. I wish I had more time and more use for it. I could say rød grød med fløde for hours. I could die in Copenhagen a happy man. A happy, drunk, alcoholic man, with all of my hygge and the cosmopolitan amenities europe has to offer. 

Alas, I really do have no use for the language. No one shares my passion, and I have other things to worry about. It will always pique my interest though when Denmark or scandinavia is mentioned. Maybe one day I’ll get to at least visit the country, maybe that will give me some kind of closure. I will end by reflecting on one of the happier nights of my most recent life. It was a chilly night, I was dating Craig, a man much older than I who I wasn’t particularly attracted to in the romantic sense (was I?), but he made me feel comfortable. So comfortable, and loved. He fell asleep on the couch like usual, and I stayed up watching the tele. This time I was down the rabit hole of watching youtube videos about scandinavian history. I pranced around the house while he slept, eating these oriental flavored pretzel things from costco that were quite good, and just felt so in awe and in love with life. Soaking up the atmosphere and that warm cozy feeling that comes with being under the same roof of someone you love and trust on a moonlit, frosty night. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. And now I recall a similar feeling, with my high school boyfriend Andrew. It was a similar relationship. I had little romantic and sexual interest, but like Craig, Andrew was quite pushy and kind of coerced me into the relationship. And I got comfortable. We had spent the evening walking down Frankfort avenue, eating sushi at my favorite restaurant, Osaka, then stopped in a mom and pop catholic bookstore. They impressed me with their language selection, which is always the first section I go to in any library or bookstore. There was a book on Dutch and Finnish that I was torn between, but I ended up getting the some decades old Teach Yourself Finnish book. I ended the night up in his attic bedroom in his charming old home. I popped some hydrocodones, and as he slept I taught myself Finnish while the warmth of the opiates spread throughout my body. I was happy. Genuinely.

[crowfoot]

A little while ago I talked about my difficulty in rolling Rs when trying to learn Romanian, commenting in my tags that I can say rød grød med fløde in Danish. Which is rather the anti-R-rolling sound. Kind of like, opposite sides of the galaxy anti-rolling R.

Say it with me.

[livingdanishly]

I made you guys a video of me explaining how to pronounce “Rød grød med fløde”, because I was asked to, and how to learn to pronounce words with the letter Ø in them (and other words in general, this just has focus on Ø).

[crowfoot]

Reblogging this version because thank you. That placement for the R just seemed so wrong.

I’ve been learning Romanian, and apart from the evil grammar there are rolled Rs everywhere and I Can Not Make Them. My Rs are at the back of my throat, like a pirate (arrrr), or, following my Danish heritage, like I have a potato in my mouth. 

The International Phonetic Alphabet consonants found in English, with keywords and relevant parts of the mouth highlighted and colour-coded. (Source.) 

[women-are-hot]

Jeg kan godt snakke dansk😎

Ja takkk. Ingen forstår det danske sprog 😜

RØD GRØD MED FLØDE😎😎😎

[nitw]

as another danish person i've also been told countless times by friends i've dmed with "wait you're NOT american?????" i think it's just a curse that can never be broken no matter how much you walk around shouting Rød Grød Med Fløde

THIS IS SO SAD