When I was little, Mom Burch, my maternal grandmother always made Danish Pastry. The REAL Danish pastry with a layer of dough alternating with a layer of butter, ad infinitum. The dough is flecked with tiny specks of cardamom, a rarely used spice, but a necessary ingredient in my memory of Danish Pastry. We had them Christmas morning, drizzled with frosting and topped with a sliver of maraschino cherry.
Yesterday we found cardamom pods (the green things pictured above which you peel away leaving little mouse dropping looking seeds, and you grind those to a fine powder) and today on our way home from a baptism we found a mortar and pestle for sale out on the street. 10,000. Won for the cardamom, 4,000 Won for the mortar and pestle. Christmas memories recreated in Korea: priceless.