Food dishes reflect everyone's culture, deep beliefs, and what makes us who we are. They come from the work of our farmers and the hands of the Divine. They embody all that is good and nurtures, all that speaks of home. An interesting way to follow history is through food.
Home and food dishes were one of my most vivid memories: the scent, flavor, and sound of chattering. Windmills, fields of vibrantly-colored tulips, and wooden clogs are all trademarks of the Netherlands. But what about their most well-known dishes? Dutch food is much more than pancakes!
When we go to school every morning, we served a couple of slices of bread. Perhaps the Dutch aren't as enthusiastic about eating fish, spicy food, or soup first thing in the morning as we Indians are. My favorite breakfast was chocolate sprinkles on bread.
I generally top a slice of buttered bread with Hagelslag. Hagel means hail in Dutch, so I imagined this luscious Dutch breakfast as a hailstorm of chocolate. I also frequently used Hazelnut chocolate spread and Vruchten sprinkles (fruit sprinkles).
We ate eggs on weekends, neatly arranged on a slice of toast. One or two eggs cook over medium heat before being placed on top of a big slice of bread topped with ham or cheese. We also ate half-boiled eggs on every Sunday morning.
If bread was not available, we used Suikerbrood (Sugar bread) and Holland rusk with strawberry or pineapple on top. Most of the bread is hard to bite, sweet, and sticky.
For lunch, I always packed the same bread slices to school and eat them, along with a coke or a milkshake and cookies. We eat burgers at the cafeteria or even share each other's food during our lunch break. On weekends, we ate Dutch pancakes and pork with mashed potatoes.
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☆ MY TOP 5 FAVORITE DINNER ☆
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Dinner was the best meal of the day. My host parents showed me their meal routine, which included American, Italian, Indian, Indonesian, and Dutch cuisines. My host father and mother are both excellent cooks. My host father enjoys cooking and has always expressed his enthusiasm for it. There was even a cabinet devoted only to cookbooks.
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