Tuesday, January 13, 2009

How to Eat a Stroopwafel

Click here. I cannot tell you the circuitous path by which I found this video, though I'll remind you that my work gives me cause to look into all manner of things.

I've seen stroopwafels for sale in Denver, but not recently. Maybe it's time for a quest!

One of the best things about flying through Europe is the chance to buy a box of these in Frankfurt or Amsterdam. I should introduce them to my Friday night small group. I suspect they would appreciate them as much as I do.

8 comments:

Fiona L Cooper said...

Oh, stroopwafels, my mouth is watering just thinking about them! I was introduced to them by Dutch friends at Bible college. One of the best accompaniments to a cup of tea!

Marti said...

Thanks for writing, Fiona!

Stroopwafels... yes, aren't they delicious? I've been in the Netherlands twice, both for two weeks. Teaching, but with plenty of downtime (if not money) for exploring. There's so much to do there!

I think I had real Dutch food, maybe twice - the folks I was with preferred Middle Eastern fare, mostly. I think we ate at Maoz Falafel almost once a day! Ah, but that's good too. I'm pleased to see Turkish food more and more available, worldwide.

What do you long for, in Paraguay?

Fiona L Cooper said...

I long for cheddar cheese! And hot, buttered English muffins or crumpets. One of the things I love most about this kind of life that I lead is the opportunity to taste so many different things: It's wonderful to eat fresh, warm Paraguayan 'chipa' and wash it down with a cold glass of 'guaranĂ¡' but at the end of the day, there's nothing that beats the food I grew up with!

Marti said...

I LOVE cheddar cheese. The sharper the better. I know I need to get my cholesterol checked, but I delay, remembering how my mom cried when she had to give up cheese (for a season).

When I lived in Central Asia I did like the way we breakfasted... no cheese, but - the official term for breakfast was 'first bread,' and when the bread was fresh out of the tandoor, it was wonderful. With good raspberry or cherry jam, and hot tea. Toward the end my local mum was sick with hepatitis so I would do the morning chores - buying the milk of street, boiling it, and making hot cereal, plus laying out the above - and sweeping; that was a huge cultural thing. The local women were always sweeping. It was one of the few practical things I could do up to local standards (or, close!).

On a trip to Morocco I took comfort in a homey breakfast - the french-inspired service of our hotel was just the right mix of foreign and familiar: a crusty baguette with butter and jam, thick rich cafe au lait, fresh squeezed orange juice, and a chocolate-filled croissant.

May God give you joy, Fiona, to take pleasure special things from home as well as special things in Paraguay! His hand is on you and he will supply all that you need.

When I was in Thailand about a year ago one of the Asians got up and said, can't we just once have a special team/regional get together and not just do pizza and brownies because the Americans love them, but do something that reminds the REST of us of home? I love our agency but it is still not very international in certain respects - there's a default toward American tastes and ways of doing things.

angiewashington.com said...

Looks yummy. I was thinking about doing some vlogs about the local foods here and how to eat them. I am more encouraged now to do so. It was an interesting video to watch.

Marti said...

I bet your readers would love to see some of that kind of stuff on a vlog, Angie!

Altair said...

Marti, I just wanted to say that I like your blog! Thanks for commenting on mine too!
I love stroopwafels as well. My love of them started in Amsterdam (where I first met you!) but I have a few Dutch friends that bring me some now and then.

Marti said...

Altair! I forgot we met in Amsterdam. Fun. I do remember hearing from you previous to that and being unsure if you were male or female but the email address 'narniaprincess' was a dead giveaway! Look forward to seeing you again back in CO, princess.