Taters* and Sausages

There is a reason why Van Gogh named one of his most famous paintings ‘The Potato Eaters’ – other than to illustrate the poverty of Dutch villagers back then and his love and appreciation for rural Holland. It is the same reason it took me a while to figure out what “Dutch cuisine” is all about; mostly potatoes. I’m only joking. A little. To be fair, it also includes some sausages and other meats, herring (a type of fish eaten raw with onions and pickles – a more daring version of sashimi), a limited number of mashable vegetables, ham and cheese (never without a slice of bread) and a wide range of beers.

A few months after I settled in Amsterdam, a friend of mine visiting me from France asked me if she could bring me some French cheese. “You need some proper food,” she said. “I know the food is not that great in Holland.” (Incidentally, hereby confirming all the angry stereotypes the Dutch hold about the French). I felt she was worried about me until I explained to her that I could get anything here; it’s still the EU, markets are open and trade is flowing, etc… Besides, I loved the one hundred something types of yellow cheeses I could find in almost every shop. She brought French cheese anyway.

The city offers an amazing range of cuisine, from Asian to African to Mediterranean to American, but very few restaurants serve any authentic Dutch dishes. The first ones I’ve tried were homemade. If I had to rank them in order of preference, it would be like this:

Hachee: a traditional beef and onion stew that requires long and slow cooking (thanks brother-in-law Bart!). The super tender meat and rich sauce have wonderful depth of flavor. It is served aside with some cooked beetroot and mashed potatoes. Perfect for cold winter months.

Erwtensoep: this soup is not a starter but a substantial meal. It can be so thick that you can stand a spoon upright in it. Made of split peas and plenty of vegetables with pork sausage – ideally rookworst (very fatty and delicious) on the side. I love it!

Hutspot: a mixture of carrots, onions, parsnips, all mashed, again with rookworst (still fatty and delicious! – but you see the lack of variation) which when served with the gravy, looks like a colorful mashed potato dish. The sugars in the carrot add a hint of sweetness that makes it so yummy.  I tried hutspot for the first time on Sinterklaas.

Among Dutch favorites are also Indonesian and Surinamese food – their presence here being holdovers from the Dutch colonial past, into which I will bravely not venture in my culinary post. I tried the Indonesian rice table for the first time in a restaurant in town. An elaborate meal consisting of many – up to several dozen – small dishes. Kinda like the Lebanese mezze: filling an entire table. It is a melange of sweet, spicy and savory flavors that I find pretty heavy compared to the mediterranean diet. Surinamese roti is just as delicious: ideally in a thick hot bread roll filled with chicken or beef and vegetables or both, a tasty thick dressing and a boiled egg. Just what you need to cure a hangover or a rumbling stomach.

With all this food, in addition to fries with peanut sauce and mayonnaise (called Friet Oorlog), Bitterballen and Frikandel (all deep fried), and the so many kebab, shoarma and falafel snack bars on virtually any street corner, it didn’t take me too long to realize that I needed to watch out for what I was eating here.

It’s not the late 18th century anymore, when potatoes, meat and bread were essential sources of carbohydrates and protein for laborers and farmers. Nowadays, as most of us have sedentary jobs, it is quite a challenge to get rid of all these calories. Avoiding an additional layer of belly fat or wider hips will require a few laps around De Vondelpark. Cycling is not enough, especially for those like me, who, unlike most Dutch people, are not that tall.

So in no time at all, I went back to my hummus, salads and home cooked meals with olive oil instead of butter. And my own potato eater likes it too.

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYiCPmwOV4A

Mijn first Sinterklaas

Yesterday was this time of the year when the Dutch celebrate Sinterklaas. Obviously, de Goedheiligman has not made his way to Lebanon because I never remember celebrating the arrival of any Sint as a child myself. There was only Christmas for us, with the American Santa Claus. However, ever since I have been around Dutch people, I noticed how excited both adults and children get whenever we talk about the Sinterklaas event. I’d rather avoid getting close to the “Zwarte Pieten” debate, but in all cases, the color of the pieten (the Sint’s helpers) doesn’t seem to matter. He could be red, pink or green and still, people, at least the ones I met, would enjoy celebrations, gifts and sweets just about the same.

We decided to celebrate the weekend before the actual arrival day of the Sint, with a bunch of friends. For my fellow Lebanese who never heard of him, Sinterklaas or Saint Nicholas is an old tradition in The Netherlands. The man was a bishop in the 4th century in the town of Myra in Turkey. It is known that he was very generous and helpful particularly towards the poor and needy. Now, children put their shoes in front of the fire in the hope that Sinterklaas will fill them with a small present or a chocolate goody. I am still not sure though why his last stop before getting here is in Spain. I asked my Dutch language teacher about it but he did not know either. So if any of you know the reason, feel free to write it down in the comments’ section.

Going back to our preparations for the celebration evening, we invited close friends and agreed to exchange small gifts and poems. The main dish for dinner was hutspot, an authentic Dutch winter meal made of potatoes, carrots, onions, sausage and gravy made by my husband while wearing an inappropriate apron. I managed miraculously to bring in a salad as an entrée if only to create a balance between all the carbs and sweets. Wine glasses were clinking, sinterklaasliedjes were playing in the background with Dutch friends singing along. My Lebanese friend and I sticked to dancing. The ambiance was warm, friendly and joyful. Heel Gezellig!

It was time for us to read the poems and open the presents – which we did not hide inside a homemade “surprise”. Some wrote in English, others in Dutch or in both. More wine, more pepernoten, meringues, cupcakes, chocolate, nuts (our personal touch) and the list goes on. We had already started a whatsapp group a couple of weeks earlier for updates on the event (yes that’s how serious it is here). Those who were less experienced were stressing a bit, about how to put together the traditional Sinterklaas poem: a rhyming text that pokes fun at your target while letting a little bit of warm feelings show through. 

With some effort (and support from Google and other websites), I put one together in English – rhyming in Dutch is of yet a bridge too far. Maybe next year :). It goes a little something like this:

I couldn’t though help but notice, the love he has for music.

He had it all: English, French and Arabic”.

“Hmm”, uttered the Sint. “I think I know”.

He reached out for a small thick book hanging on a hook,

It was full of color from cover to cover, meant for Elias to discover.

Despite the cold, the wind, the storm and the rain,

Which Sinterklaas does not experience in Spain.

On December the second, he traveled with Piet,

To visit Elias in The Hague and make his mission complete.

“Enjoy the book”, said the Sint on his way out.

“You have been a great friend this year, about that there is no doubt”.

My Sint got me warm stuff to wear in winter on the bicycle, along with a bit of cynical poetry – this Sint having spent time in the Middle East himself 🙂

Ma’ Salama Sinterklaas

Sint dacht er heel lang over na

En begon dit gedicht toen toch maar met: Marhaba Mona

Eigenlijk had de Sint een persconferentie willen inlassen

Om te zeggen dat hij het kinderfeest nog verder wil aanpassen

Vanaf nu, zei Sint, is mijn naam: Abu Klaas

En wie daar problemen mee heeft: jammer maar helaas

Mijn pieten heten voortaan Mukhabarat

En ook de kinderliedjes ben ik een beetje zat

Voortaan zingen we: Zie ginds komt de shishaboot uit Libanon weer aan

Hij brengt ons Abu Klaas ik zie hem al staan

Ja, Abu Klaas wil het feestje over een hele ander boeg gooien

En voortaan alleen nog maar met falafel strooien

Ach de Sint is die pietendiscussie helemaal moe

Vanaf volgend jaar is de regel: Wie zoet is krijgt hummus en wie stout is…

moet naar Israël toe.