Saturday, April 18, 2015

Dutch Studies in Perspective

Barry was a bit bored with Madurodam, the miniature Dutch village, until a heron gave him an idea.
Yes, taking his angst out on miniature innocent Dutch bystanders people kept Barry amused.
Thankfully, it ended after the King Kong shot.
Then we went to the M.C. Escher museum.
Then we accidentally made our own Escher, as if mutating perspective were contagious.
Barry's obsession with perspective continued at night. Ya, we were cool in the parking lot.
I learnt that sabre colour indicates whether you are a good or bad guy, which will help me with future movies.
Once again we saw the heron use its size to its advantage
Then we checked out the puddles from Fabian's perspective. Laura: 2 jackets, scarf and a sweater. Michiel: 1 jacket and a t-shirt. Fabian: wet pants and shoes.
We were went to Keukenhof, the huge tulip park, on the day it opened.
Our favourite flower was Purple Sensation, check it out.
Luckily the indoor greenhouse portion offered a bit more colour.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Eating Herring Correctly, Part 2

Why yes, I would like a winklemandje, thank you. Don't mind me while I take a picture of my new favourite Dutch word.
We also laughed when the TV asked us about our ondertiteling. Sorry Dutch people with your universally fluent English.
Near our hotel was the Dutch Parliament, which looks like a church. I am slightly disturbed by the asymmetry of the spires, but I try to stay calm.
Near parliament was a FEBO, where the food comes out of the wall. That's really the main feature.
Also near our hotel was Chinatown.
In Chinatown, there is a hairsalon (kapsalon), whereyou can get your mullet trimmed as shown.
There is also an Egyptian restaurant, where Pharoahs (also with mullets) sell "Kapsalon", which is also a food. But the word still means hairsalon, because it was invented by a stylist and her shawarma selling friend. Obviously. I am seeking Egyptians' opinion on this.
Here is Kapsalon, which is a Dutch poutine made of fries, shawarma meat, gouda cheese, garlic sauce and hot sauce. So it's tasty, Dutch, Middle Eastern, Canadian, and conveniently comprises your entire day's calorie requirements.
Now, for something more traditional. See how I've interspersed food pictures with architecture to please Ken?
You need to check if your melk is karnemelk, or buttermilk, because you'll think it's gone sour. An Egyptian (without a mullet) once told me that karnemelk is the secret to why the Dutch are so tall.
Our last Dutch meal is stamppotjes, or casserole, which Barry likes for the random topping of a hotdog, and that I like due to my freakishly intense love of cabbage. We certainly enjoyed eating Holland.


Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Eating Herring Correctly

There you go, this is how. We got instructions and a demonstration. Yes, those are raw onions. It's an acquired taste, and we're part way there.
When you think about Dutch food, you might think about delicious Gouda, like above.
Incidentally, Barry weighs less than one round of the stuff, yet I can lift it easily.
But the Dutch have other culinary delights, such as hotdogs - a whole shelf of canned ones in the grocery store. They have even figured out how to bake the sausages into the bun, optimizing the process!
Speculoos spread is like peanut butter made with cookies instead of peanuts. So, while it's about as healthy as frying your cookies (and so is peanut butter), it's delicious! Since it's actually Belgian, I guess we can't give kudos to the Dutch here.
Ok, this one is Dutchish, despite its name. Steak Tartare is available as a spread everywhere! It's tasty, and when you eat it on bread, you get to call it Toast Kannibal to deal with your aggression, I suppose.
Ken told me to stop posting pictures of food, so I nodded politely. Here is a bad example of how to photograph food. Neither the food nor the eater can be seen well. Good job. Oh, and Dutch Indonesian Rijsttafel is delicious.
While eating Surinamese roti, I learnt that you need to fix your hair before taking food pictures, not during.
Surinamese food confused me, since it comes with Indonesian dishes like tempeh and gado gado along with roti, cassava and salt cod sandwiches. It turns out that the Dutch mixed up their colonies and a large Javanese Surinamese population exists across all three countries.
I'm still working to understand Surinamese food. Naturally, I bought this 4-in-1 super Surinamese food-making sauce! When I translated it at home, regrettably I found that the dishes are 1) flaked salt cod, 2) Surinamese long bean, 3) weird root vegetable, and 4) beef. I'll work on 2 and 4 I suppose.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Respect the Lone Monkey with Jackfruit

We brought my parents to Nepal, because it was time to get templing.
At Boudhanath, you walk around clockwise and turn the prayer wheels.
It's best if you wear traditional Tibetan clothes.
Tall Tibetans face greater risks when walking around the bell. (It's for walking, not ringing, I think).
You thought you knew about bells, but this one is for painting, so don't be all judgy.
Come to think of it, the temples can be a bit confusing. The meaning of "Monkey with Jackfruit" below is lost on me, though I've been to a few Buddhist temples before. I just googled, and it seems the is the only such statue in the world. I should have shown more awe.
There are special tombs placed unexpectedly in the street. This one has a giant foot trying to emerge from the depths.
Though Barry is trying to grow up and stop imitating statues, sometimes it's irresistible.
If we spent more time reading the travel book perhaps we'd know what the shackled dragon seeks.
In any case, the ancient sites were beautiful.
Perhaps in need of a bit of masonry work.
There were great food options.
Nepalese food. Why can't we have more of it outside of Nepal? (Ideally with online delivery. All things should deliver online).
We found the Internet was a bit spotty.
But my parents had a good time nonetheless.