© Wolfgang Sauber
I've been searching on the internet for mentions or pictures of Danish bakery vending machines, but can't find any. I'm starting to wonder if I made up this memory.
But I don't think I did. When I lived in Denmark, the small towns all had a bakery or two, with a distinct golden kringle sign hanging outside the door. You could count on flaky pastries, always made with butter. (Though in Denmark, you can't get a Danish--they're called wienerbrød there, which means Viennese Bread).
And here's the memory. Every bakery (or at least the ones near my Danish farm) had a little vending machine outside the front door. When you went out for the evening, to parties or dancing, chances were good you'd be riding your bicycle home early the next morning. And you'd be hungry.
The bakeries, of course, weren't open at three in the morning. But the bakers were already hard at work. And one of the first things they baked each night were rundstykker, which translates simply as 'round pieces'. As soon as the rolls came out of the oven, the bakers put some into the vending machines.
Teenagers and young adults on their way home post-party would pick up a bag of rundstykker, and ride home to their kitchens. The still warm rundstykker, with their thin crisp crust, shattered open to warm soft interiors. We spread them with good Danish butter, made a pot of tea, and sat down to reminiscing of the evening already just a memory.
I hope the vending machine rundstykker isn't just a memory too.