Adventures in Netherland
Before I start with whats been going on I have to tell you about my "biscuit" experience. It's somewhat amusing so I hope you can enjoy and get a good laugh at my expense! When we were in Harlingen last weekend Viktorya had these cookies that she had brought with her. She offered me one and it was really really good. Like a shortbread cookie kind of. I asked her if I could see the package so I could purchase some for myself. As I was looking at them I noticed that they were called biscuits and I remembered from England that biscuits = cookies. Simple enough, right? So I was in the supermarket a few days later and decided it was time to find some "biscuits". Biscuits, unlike everything else, are something they have A LOT of variety of. I felt like I had been bombared with biscuits - biscuits with fruit, biscuits with this and that. So I found the plain biscuits and figured since I saw nothing odd on the package they would be great. So I got home, had a sandwich then excitedly started to open my biscuits. I had a very sad revelation. Biscuits does NOT equal cookies it equals anything hard, flat, and round. I'm pretty certain that I bought the metamucil biscuits! SOO, needless to say I'm NOT buying anymore biscuits! We didn't go to Amsterdam on Saturday because Kim had to work on a presentation so we are going to go this weekend instead. There is actually a concert in Amsterdam this Thursday that I really want to see. It's Matt Costa and its only 12 euros!! But, I don't know if I'm going to go. Saturday at noon Tehri rang my bell to see if I wanted to go to town to eat lunch. We set off to get a falafel but there were no table in the restraunt so we decided to go for our usual pizza. While looking at the menu we noticed all these wonderful looking ice creams and since my stomach was doing it's little acid reflex thing I thought having some dairy products would be good. We ate our pizza and then headed to the ice cream shop. They had pictures of the different types of ice cream dishes they offer drawn on the wall. We saw one that looked like a scoop of vanilla with some chocolate and whip cream on it and thought that it looked good so we both ordered one. When we ordered the guy repeated it back to us and then gave us a funny look. They were finally ready and they were HUGE and they had peaches not chocolate but that was fine because I like peaches. So we went to a table and dug our spoons in, took a bite, and realized we ordered ice cream sitting in a bowl of liquor. Oops! I'm REALLY gonna have to start carrying my dictionary around with me. Then on Sunday it was my turn to cook lunch. It turned out very good. The breading didn't stick to the chicken very well but it still tasted good. I also cooked broccoli and they couldn't stop eating it and raving about it. I like steamed broccoli but its not something I would ever RAVE about. Apparently they had never had it before. At least they enjoyed!