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May 9, 2013

Apparently Stripes are The Latest Thing this Season…

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This is a largely photographic post… Stripes, stripes and more stripes of amazing colour.

Even narrow strips of land along the roadside, between a canal and a farm are packed solid with blooms. The air is pungent with the smell of perfume, the colours are fresh, bright and there are cyclists and people stopping everywhere to admire the views.

We even noticed a number of tour buses travelling ridiculously (and unlawfully) slowly on the motorway behind us probably in response to tourist pleas to try and catch some elusive photos of the bulb fields en route to their next destination.

Also something funny: at one point where we stopped to take photographs we caught sight of a chicken in the tulip field just across the canal. It didn’t falter or dally  but marched resolutely right the the very end of the long field, and entered the last row of tulips and fussed around there: it probably thought it’s owner will never find her eggs here, sadly she will probably return later in the next days to find them scrambled simply because she’s hidden them so well. Needless to say, the nearby town of Noordwijk has planters full of tulips all down the streets… and it’s clear that stripes are very much in fashion this season, along the Dutch coast just north of the Hague.

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May 8, 2013

The Pain of Reaching the Extraordinary Beauty of Full Bloom and then Facing Decapitation…

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We have turned off the motorway and found a suitable small road that by coincidence runs parallel to the motorway where we can retrace our way back home but at a slower pace and with stops for more detailed photographs.

Himself has a few hours free this (Monday 6th May) morning but knows a client is due to arrive with work after lunch so we are hurrying a little to make the best of a few hours free time and a beautiful day.

Growing tulips from seeds is a time consuming and difficult business, it takes toughly six years to achieve.

Nature provides a quicker method by producing bulbs that will split into two plants during their cold winter months underground and can be harvested in the spring. The splitting process however requires that the plant puts as much energy as possible into the magic of the multiplication process and not into generating and maintaining the flower and subsequent seeds. Other flowers are highly prized for the seeds but not tulips… the production of seeds invariably  means a poorer quality bulb, and thus a poorer quality bloom from that bulb the following year. Since world-wide sales of some three billion Dutch grown tulips depend on consistent quality of the flowers they will produce the following spring, machines are employed in growers fields to decapitate the flower heads before the seeding process can take place. This of course means that if you want to see tulips out in full bloom you have to be in the right place at the right time.

Many factors determine the exact time that the blooms will be decapitated: this year the flowers arrived very late because the warmer days of spring came roughly one month later than normal. Rainfall, temperature and the amount of sunshine then determine how fast the bulbs bloom and for how long.

The sudden rise in temperatures in the last week or so have seen tulips out en masse, but some are starting the process of producing seeds already so the machines are already in some fields chopping off their heads.

Luckily not all of the blooms on display today are unfortunate tulips waiting for their turn at the guillotine  Himself (the gardening guru of the family) informs me that the other little plants here are Hyacinths… Not only do they  look amazing but they smell fabulous too. If only I could present you with photographs that gave off the same heavenly perfume as we were greeted with as I opened the car door to step out and take photos…

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The bulbs were being checked by people walking systematically though the fields… I assume they were checking how far along the seed forming process was…

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The decapitating machine is making steady progress down the right hand strip of blooms…

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Off with their heads!  (ouch!)… I felt sorry for the poor flowers.

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It’s as “pretty as a picture”… and I have the picture frame to prove it…

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May 7, 2013

Break Out Your Sun Glasses, Spring Rolls Up Late …But Parties Hard With In Your Face Colours…

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My mother in law has been asking Himself for weeks to take her to see the local bulb fields in flower.

Unfortunately for her  the European Spring slept in this year and arrived roughly a month later than usual so there were no flowers to be seen in March and the first blooms only came out in force in late April.

In the last week or two the weather has suddenly changed for the better and we  have been treated to some beautiful sunny days.  The bulb fields are now blooming  at a frantic rate and with temperatures rising there is a chance that the petals will have dropped if we leave  catching a good view of them too late. (Most of these  plants are wanted for the valuable bulb beneath the ground and not the blooms we can see above it, so the petals will be left to drop, or the blooms will be beheaded with machines but amazingly none of these will end up as cut flowers in vases. (potpourri anyone?) I’ve taken a few more days annual leave so that I can sort some major family events and luckily, Himself  who works as free-lancer, had a break in workflow yesterday that allowed him to take a few hours off  on a sunny Monday morning. This meant we quickly  arranged to pick up my Mother in Law and soon headed out of the Hague, past Wassenaar in the direction of Katwijk and Noordwijk.

At first we were on the motorway and not being able to pull over and stop meant getting tantalising fleeting glances of bright colours…  there were masses of cyclists on many of the smaller paths and cycleways as people come from all over the region to enjoy cycling along the bulb routes, enjoying the amazing colours and taking zillions of photographs. Naturally I was equally keen to get my camera out, so as we made our way out towards Noordwijk we also started looking for a few good side roads that would allow us to pull over and enjoy a closer view of the flowers.

First however, here are some of the fleeting views I got from the motorway … and I noticed that we were not the only ones enjoying the colourful views.

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May 1, 2013

Apparently There Was a Party Taking Place Yesterday… ???

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As a staunch Republican citizen of the Netherlands on the Day that the country celebrated the retirement of a Queen and the installation of a King,  I drew the line at wearing bright orange but was delighted to join my husband and kids at one of the many traditional flea markets on the streets.

This year we arranged to meet up with five sets of friends at a location reasonably central  to most of us, and four of these families turned up  in the end.

All the kids played together with newly bought toys from the street market and the parents tried to sell off some old toys that our kids swore blind they would be the ones selling, but after the first hour and a half they got bored and slithered out from selling duty leaving all the parents to take over for the rest of the day.

I came home early because I’d been up late baking the night before, had serious pain in my foot because of a lot of standing and walking and needed a nap  because I then spent the evening doing what all good Dutch Republicans do… went off to a French Patisserie class and spoke French all night. Ok, so yes it was still a big  event in Dutch history, so I buckled and took from photos of the Dutch TV coverage before I went out and of the BBC news when I got back.  Therefore here’s a mostly  pictorial post about what the rest of the Netherlands was celebrating yesterday…

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Above photo, Beatrix is still Queen… then she signs the abdication document … and isn’t any longer…

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The Crown is present as a symbolic item only, Willem-Alexander, like the other Dutch Monarchs before him, doesn’t ever get to wear it. Not even on the day of his inauguration.

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Kofi Annan and wife amongst official guests (but there were over 2000 of  them so I’ve only photographed a couple who were on the screen at the moment I had the camera in my hand) Since Willem-Alexander got to choose the guest list there were no Heads of State of State or Presidents attending (they are more of this mother’s guest list material) Instead, he choose all of the worlds Crown Princes and Princesses… waiting heirs to thrones as he was before today.

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There for show only…

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The Dutch commentator wryly remarked that Prince Charles also attended the inauguration of  Beatrix 33 years ago, so has seen two in the Dutch circle of friends become monarchs but still isn’t one himself.  She then made a comment about how very much older Charles is than Willem Alexander and continued: The English Queen is “still going strong”.  (Ouch, even I thought that was maybe rather a low blow.)

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Apparently the Thai princess, heir to the throne is rarely seen in public…

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And apparently the Japanese wife of the Emperor is seen so exceptionally rarely in Public in Japan that 80 photographers are here to photograph her here today (she’s very reclusive and also didn’t attend the Farewell Gala and dinner given by Beatrix and attended by zillions of heads of state on Monday evening)

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There’s a walk to be made between the building where the abdication took place and the church where the inauguration takes place… Willem-Alexander’s three young daughters lead the royal family (followed by “Oma” (grandmother) Beatrix)

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Amalia, at nine years of age became the world’s youngest heir to a throne today…

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No longer “Queen” Beatrix, but now “Princess”Beatrix… (or elderly lady about to enjoy her retirement).

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April 29, 2013

Pigs Might Not Fly, But They Do Raise The Roof!

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Today’s post is about a family outing that we made to Plaswijkpark in Rotterdam a few weeks ago.

After checking out some of the outdoor activities, Kiwi Daughter and I find ourselves  making for the nearest indoor attraction because once again the drizzle is back.

The building  we head towards  incorporates a feature that I’ve become familiar with in the Netherlands but have never seen elsewhere outside the country.

This feature is a Dutch “hooiberg” (haystack). As you know, space is limited here so instead of large sheds to put hay in, the Dutch have perfected a compact method where the hay barn can actually be expanded and retracted in size vertically.

Here’s how it works: the hay barn is square and there are four very large poles at each corner. The roof has holes in each corner too and a special way of locking the roof into position. Depending on how much hay is in storage, the roof is raised or lowered and locked into position as required, so the hay remains compact and dry. This particular hooiberg  (pronounced “hoy berg”)  has a piggery incorporated into the lower part of it  so I wanted to search for a picture of one that was solely a haystack.  The best photo I could find showing the design principle was here in an advertisement for a book on how to build an East Netherlands style haystack:  
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I love the ingenious design and to want to photograph them if we are out and about but sadly most barns are behind farm houses so I’ve gotten so far are mostly blurred glimpses. Annoyingly the one and only occasion I have ever seen one fairly close up, I didn’t have a camera on me (a mistake I don’t intend to make again)  so should I find another one  in the future where a more detailed look is possible, I will make a blog post for you.

Inside we find that this is where  several families of pigs live. a very large sow is  laying sleepily  in the corner whilst her three inquisitive offspring play “investigate the visitors”.

The word for “piglets” in Dutch is “biggetjes”  and these biggetjes  take a shine to Kiwi Daughter who is very happy to stroke their heads. Then one also take a fancy to her jacket and tries to take a bite.

It might have also been trying to suck on it, or just be inviting her to play but it definitely wanted to hang on to her. It’s still quite a small animal and not very strong so Kiwi Daughter  laughed said she was fine with it, after a minute of  asking it what it wanted with her jacket, she gently prised it off.

I think that sign said these were a curly haired breed of  pigs, and certainly they were very distinctive looking.  Further along there were more enclosures with other animals but we pass by these for the moment because there is one enclosure that Kiwi Daughter  really wants us to go to next…

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April 19, 2013

Dutch Swimming is as Easy as A,B,C…

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One of the things that is standard practice in the Netherlands is that very strong emphasis is put on the necessity of children having swimming lessons.  This seems a very logical idea in a country where canals are almost everywhere and kids accessibility to water is usually only just a short distance away.

The ethos of the importance of learning to swim well is in fact so strong here, that one of the swimming staff I spoke to said that 96% of children in the Netherlands learn to swim and get all three swimming diplomas, which I think is an amazing credit to Dutch society and demonstrates a huge level of recognition of the responsibility needed when surrounded with so much natural water.  It may also be a reason why the Dutch often do well competition swimming all the way up to Olympic level.

There are three main national diploma’s called the “A”, “B” and “C”  that need to be achieved  and the idea is to both teach water safety to children and confidence and enjoyment in recreational swimming and water sports.

Before children start with their A, B,   and C diploma’s, there are also three “Puppy” diplomas that introduce young children to basic water skills, include play with water skills and promote confidence …things like getting your face wet, holding your breath underwater, opening your eyes underwater and the like.

I’m ashamed to say that growing up in New Zealand I never learned to swim particularly well,  I can do a few basic strokes if forced and can’t open my eyes under water. I usually wear glasses or contact lenses and without these, in the water can’t see very well, my lung condition means I can’t hold my breath particularly well either so combined with my lack of confidence in my swimming skills, I never feel particularly safe in deep water.

I would of course not hesitate to jump in to save my kids (or any child) but if I’m really realistic I am hardly going to have the physical skills to be a hero lifesaver. Baywatch material I most certainly am not.

I’m highly impressed to see that Dutch swimming lessons have a real depth to their training and take a very practical pragmatic approach. They expect children to learn to swim with their eyes open,  Diploma swimming examinations require children to perform tasks with clothing and shoes on, they need to do things like a forward-roll into the water, clothed, and get themselves out of the water onto a large floating mattress unaided also clothed.

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The logic is that the biggest risk of accident and drowning will come when they fall unexpectedly into a canal, or off a boat and there is a high possibility they will be clothed and need to know what sensations of disorientation underwater and weight of the clothes are like should they ever fall into the water in this way.

They are taught not to panic and how to react in a controlled, safe environment and the tasks even for very young children are quite substantial, the First diploma is the “A” certificate and children are required to be able to swim 50 metres in both breaststroke and backstroke and swim 3 meters underwater through a large hole in a canvas panel for instance, and this increases to 75 meters and 6 meters underwater for the “B” diploma exam.

Later for the “C” diploma the kids have to achieve 100 meters swimming, in swimsuit and then swimsuit and clothes, with obstacles and forward rolls into the water, and 9 meters underwater and swimming through the panel with the hole in it.

Children who have not yet achieved their “A” diploma are required to wear inflatable armbands in all public swimming pools until they do, and many school and outdoor organisations will not let children take part in water activities if they have not achieved the three  ”A”, “B” and “C” diplomas. Therefore there is also a strong social  and peer incentive for the kids to loose their armbands and gain all of the A,B,C diplomas.

Kiwi Daughter is an amazingly strong swimmer,  she can swim about 24 meters of a 25 meter pool completely underwater and that last meter is annoying her so much that it’s now a goal she’s working on. Himself as house-Papa first took her swimming when she was 6 weeks old and they went pretty much every week for the first three years of her life, and on occasion more when friends came too.  Time constraints were harder to manage when Little Mr. arrived 3.5 years later as I had a bed-rest pregnancy with him  because my oxygen levels were too low and we were in and out of hospital constantly for checks during the third trimester.

Little Mr. had a kidney infection at 11 weeks old and was hospitalised for almost 2 weeks as was I shortly afterwards  for complications to my COPD  lung condition due to reduced medications during the pregnancy.  Little Mr. had many follow-up hospital appointments and whilst they all luckily turned out fine in the end and he went on to be a very healthy toddler,  the contrast in the amount of swimming opportunities he had could not have been greater when compared with Kiwi Daughter at the same age.

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For me it’s really clear that introducing your child to fun water experiences at a very early age, and keeping these opportunities up regularly, must surely influence that child’s confidence and eventual ability in the water.

Little Mr. has achieved his  ”A” diploma but is currently being held back for the “B” because they need to build his confidence far more in all areas of the test. He has good swimming days and less good swimming days, some days he just can’t manage the underwater parts of the test at all and we have to heap on the encouragement so that he will continuing trying, whereas Kiwi Daughter very rarely missed the targets and was usually the first,  fastest, strongest and most confident  in her swimming classes.

Little Mr. will get all of his swimming diplomas in the end, as do almost all children here in the Netherlands and I have nothing but praise for the thousands of swimming trainers and volunteers in this country who place an amazing importance and seriously high standard of  competence on the kids because they understand the responsibility of living in an environment where a water related tragedy could often only be meters away.

Many countries around the world could do well to emulate  the Dutch swimming system for kids,  I myself, deeply aware of my own lack of swimming skills can only wish that I had learnt to swim like my children have. Maybe one day when my foot functions properly again I will face my fears and take a few swimming lessons myself. In the meantime I remain firmly planted on dry land as much as possible and take a big breath of relief that my kids are already so much better at swimming than I am.


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March 23, 2013

A Very Different Sort of Parking Garage…

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In my final post  for the moment about Hollands Spoor Station, I am always amazed about how many people in the Netherlands cycle… in fact there are said to be around 14 million bikes in the Netherlands, and with a population of about 17 million people that’s some serious cycling.

What’s even more amazing is how often these bikes are used… forget just taking the bike out for a Sunday jaunt maybe if the weather is nice, No: the Dutch ride their bikes daily, in rain, hail, sleet and shine.

Due to my lung condition I’m the only non-cyclist in our household, but our home still currently boasts  four bikes, plus  a child’s ”step”  (a non-motorised scooter) and a unicycle that Kiwi Daughter is admirably proficient in riding.

Until a short while ago we had several more kid bikes on top of this tally too but they’ve gone to the neighbours after our kids grew a bit big for them.

Bikes here in the Netherlands are regularly seen overloaded with goods you wouldn’t think possible on a bike:  Amongst the things I’ve personally seen locals peddling down the city cycle paths with are:  a mattress for a double bed (I was waiting for a tram and when this guy went past everyone in the tram halt laughed and then loudly cheered and encouraged him on), a man balancing large IKEA-like flat pack furniture, a bedside cabinet perched on the back carrier…

And then there are the human cargo’s: a girl peddling whilst her boyfriend on the back carrier  held on to two crates of beer, one on each side,  a young guy peddling with a girl on the bar, another on the handlebars and a third on the carrier behind, and people carrying  kids, groceries, shopping parcels and flowers in such massive quantities that the tyres were  squished almost flat to the road… and much more too much to detail in one blog post.

As I’ve mentioned before, it’s common practice for Dutch train commuters to own two or three bikes: two will be old bikes that are hopefully not worth stealing… one gets ridden from home to the train station, and left locked up in the bike racks there, the other is waiting in a bike rack at the Station of their destination and get ridden from the station to work. The process is reversed for the journey home.

Often there will also be a “good”  bike at home that lives in the hallway, or in the garden shed if you are lucky enough to have a garden or kept in  a “fietsstalling“  ( with a paid local bike storage business). This is the more expensive bike that’s used for recreational touring,  social trips etc.

This cycle “garage” at Hollands Spoor  is actually rather small if you compare it to for instance the one at The Hague’s Central Station… but the limit  is more imposed by lack of space around Hollands Spoor Station rather than by lack of numbers of bikes needing to be parked.

Over time, I’ve photographed it from a distance, from inside and from the trams that run alongside it:  Let’s take a look…

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January 29, 2013

Breaking News: Handing Over the Reigns of a Reign…

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I’m jumping out of my Harderwijk Dolphinarium posts to bring you some breaking News:

Last evening we switched on the Dutch News at 6.00 p.m. to find that there was only one item of news on the News that evening: The Dutch Queen, Queen Beatrix was scheduled to address the nation on all TV and Radio channels simultaneously at 7.00 p.m.

The Press, Royal watchers and everyone who might be in the know all speculated for the next hour on what the big announcement would be, but only one topic was likely: the news that she would be announcing her abdication.

Unlike English Kings and Queens who as one Dutch commentator rather literally put it:  ”die in harness”,  the last three Dutch Monarchs have chosen to hand over the reigns of the job of Head of State whilst their oldest child was still young and strong enough to take over the strenuous duties of constant travel and public engagements. The Dutch Monarch still plays a strong role in Government and affairs of State, so much so that Queen Beatrix has a working place and offices close to the Dutch Parliament.

Some speculated that since not even privileged Royal correspondents who are often privy to inside information had been forewarned of the announcement or it’s contents that possibly there might be a different reason for the broadcast (with reference to the fact that Beatrix’s second oldest son Prince Johan Friso has been laying in a coma in a London hospital since the beginning of 2012 after  being transferred there after being buried  by an avalanche in Austria whilst on a skiing holiday.)

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

It was correctly assumed that even if there was bad news concerning Prince Friso, that it would not warrant the Queen making the announcement over all TV and radio channels simultaneously.

Indeed the news did turn out to be notification of abdication: Beatrix  will  be 75 years of age in a few days and is choosing to hand the throne over to her oldest son: Prince Willem-Alexander.

Beatrix herself gained the throne when her own mother, Juliana abdicated in 1980 at 70 years of age, taking her lead from Wilhelmina before her who abdicated in 1948 at 68 years of age.

Some Royal watchers already wondered if it might have been expected to  happen a decade earlier when Beatrix’s husband Price Claus passed away in 2002, or when her mother and father passed away in 2003 and 2004 respectively but Willem-Alexander only married in 2002 and I assume she wanted him to have some quality time,  less in the public eye with his new wife and subsequent new family of daughters.

Dutch Monarchs are not “crowned”, but instead inaugurated, and since much of Royal life takes place in and around The Hague where the Queen lives and works and were she opens Parliament each year or Delft where Royal monarchs are buried, it’s traditional that this inauguration takes place instead in Amsterdam and so spreads a royal event a little further around the Netherlands.

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

The reason for an inauguration and not a crowning is that the Dutch monarch is the Head of State but not head of the Church (as is the case with the Queen of England) and Crowning a Head of State is apparently linked only to those who are also head of the Church in their nations.

The date chosen for the inauguration will be 30th April, already the national holiday in the Netherlands called “Koninginnedag” (Queen’s Day) and since this is traditionally the day when anyone in the Netherlands may hold a flee-market without the need for the usual licence, it become the traditional day of street markets up and down the country where especially children can sell their old toys for a little extra pocket money.

Himself and I are not generally supporters of Monarchy (and to spite me for this I get two of them: Queen Elizabeth as Head of State of New Zealand on my Kiwi passport and Beatrix on my Dutch one) as I find it hard to reconcile the fact that someone who is not democratically elected gets to live a life of privilege on taxpayer expense and worse, that if Lizzy or her offspring chooses to take a jaunt to New Zealand the New Zealand tax payer is expected to pick up the very hefty bill for these travels …for one of the richest women on earth.

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

At least the British can say that their Queen earns her keep a little by bringing in a few tourists to the UK, meantime she brings the grand total of zero tourists into New Zealand and thanks to the tight knit regulations of the Club called the European Union, no trade benefits either.

It’s not to say I wish them ill, but if I were ever given the chance to vote for a Republic, I would be one of the first at the voting booth to cast my vote. Naturally I might change my tune if Lizzy would be so kind as to return the favour and pick up my bills for a trip to to United Kingdom, hey I’m even cheap because I don’t require half the countries police force to provide security during my visit.

Whilst Himself and I wanted to watch the Queen’s address because it was a historic moment for us as Dutch citizens, Himself’s own republican leanings couldn’t help themselves when it came to light that the inauguration would be on 30th April. He ruefully lamented that technically it’s brilliant timing because Koninginnedag is probably the most nationalistic day in the Dutch calendar, but it will be an especially lousy sales day for about a million Dutch kids as all the adults stay indoors glued to their television sets to watch the Netherlands loose a Queen and gain a King.

The least they could do is to have the ceremony later in the afternoon so that everyone could happily do both but I’m not holding my breath for that one.

Of course we know what will be Page One News throughout the Netherlands tomorrow and in the next months as preparations for the abdication and inauguration take shape… but agree with having a monarchy or not, History is in the making.

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

Beatrix’s mother: Queen Juliana (who was in ill health when she abdicated)

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Beatrix’s grandmother: Wilhelmina

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(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

(photograph © Kiwidutch via NOS TV News)

January 1, 2013

Starting 2013 with a BANG!

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New Year’s Eve for 2012 in the Kiwidutch household is turning out to be a fairly low key affair.

We’ve had friends over with their two children, seven year old twins and enjoyed a tapas style dinner from 5 o’clock onwards of all sorts of odds and ends that included roasted potatoes, parsnips, pumpkin, and sweet potato,  boiled carrots (kid favourite) a large bag of giant prawns divided into two lots, half with an indecent amount of garlic and fresh coriander (a.k.a. cilantro) the other also with an indecent amount of garlic and a very decent amount of  fresh chilli.

I made  Piedmontese Peppers
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, garlic and herb bread, an Armenian recipe of meat and herbs wrapped in grape leaves, we had a sage,onion, sausage meat and orange meatloaf, fresh cucumber and red capsicums  a cheeseboard and olives and finished off with one of our family favourites: My Aunty Barbara’s Danish Pastry: 
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At 9.30 we set off some fireworks for the younger kids to enjoy and  my brother in law picked up Kiwi Daughter for a sleepover at their place,  our guests departed with their son who is disabled and for whom a whole evening of events is too much, whilst his sister stays here at our place for a sleepover  to keep Little Mr. company.

The rain which has been stuck into the Dutch calendar for most of this year, is continuing true to form tonight which is damping the spirits of some firework enthusiasts but making the fire departments a little happier.

Himself has taken the kids to visit friends just down the road and will be back to ring in the New Year as the local noise level rises to the level of “small war zone”  as more than sixty million Euro’s worth of  fireworks will be exploding as the clock strikes midnight.

Here is just a tiny fraction of the firework display that the Dutch traditionally bring in the New Year with…

It will be a deafening start to 2013,  noisy and exuberant,  full on, as 2013 literally enters with a bang…  However you celebrate your New Years Eve, wherever in the world you are, I wish you a very happy, safe and healthy 2013 full of much laughter, joy and fun ! Happy New Year!!!

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November 30, 2012

Ingredient Search: Shortening

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In my quest to recreate a “proper” Kiwi-style meat pie in the Netherlands , I’ve come up against a few obstacles.

One of them was obtaining metal baking forms to get the classic pie shape. After searching high and low in the Netherlands (understandably) without success because there is no meat pie culture here,  I put it these baking forms my shopping list for our next trip to New Zealand and subsequently bought some in Christchurch New Zealand.

The other thing I was having trouble finding was shortening… a.k.a. lard.

Incorporating a small amount of shortening/lard into your shortcrust  pastry is what gives a flaky crisp bite to the crust rather than a soggy weak doughy mush… but finding shortening was turning out to be more of the hassle than I first thought.

First I asked in the supermarket… big mistake. I was directed to a block of  ”bakboter ” which I know is a sort of cooking butter that I know my aunts like to fry meat in. I really didn’t think sounded right for my pastry at all but the lady pulled over a colleague and they both  insisted that this is what shortening was in the Netherlands.  I took some home and made pastry with it on more than one occasion… the pastry survived and was edible but it was light-years away from my Kiwi meat pies in taste.

Knowing that my pastry still wasn’t right my next step was to contact a butcher… and confirmed that what I needed wasn’t bakboter, but  ”reuzel” (translates literally as pig or beef fat, lard, shortening).

I now have reuzel sourced from several butchers… if you want to get hold of some, be warned that some butchers no longer stock it because demand is so low these days.

Some would order it for me, one butcher said he only stocks a packet or two at a time and we got the last packet.  Another butcher had two packets and we took both. In all instances the reuzel  was frozen, so be prepared to buy it when you can get  back home in time to get it  into your freezer before it thaws.

One packet cost about Euro 2,50 for 250 grams, the other two at roughly the same weight (pictured in blocks) was a bit cheaper.

Ok, it’s fat, but shortening is also fat (just with a more politically correct name) and yes I have made several test-runs of pastry with shortening in it. The taste was a lot like the classic Kiwi meat pie that I’ve been missing from home.

Bearing in mind that making the pies is labour intensive and is nowhere on any health-food list,  I won’t be making them very often, but when I do I want them to taste like the real thing  and not some lacklustre  imposter, so I figure that the use of a little bit of shortening can be excused now and again.

So if you want to make  savoury pie with a crisp and flaky shortcrust pastry,  get friendly with your local butcher and find yourself some reuzel .

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My recipe called or half shortening and half margarine…

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