Barbeques are meat-heavy affairs here. Not that they aren't in the U.S., but you're pretty much out of luck here if you're a vegetarian. At least in the U.S. you stand a chance of finding some potato salad or maybe even some vegetable kebabs. At a Dutch barbeque I have been offered hamburgers (which are more like sausage patties), chicken kebabs, bratwurst, and pork chops. Get ready for animal protein overload. It's all delicious, but it's not something I can handle more than a few times a year. I suppose that's why I find it such a treat; it feels so decadent and slightly irresponsible of me to eat such a protein-dense meal.
|Someone is not a fan of her new sunglasses.|
While the meat may take center stage, it would really be nothing without the important lineup of condiments. Forget your standard ketchup and mustard (although those were on the table, too). It was time to get crazy with garlic cream sauce and satay. Everything gets dipped in the sauces, absolutely everything. I'm not joking, you dip every bite in a sauce.
|Dear God, whatever you do, don't forget to serve bread.|
I realized once we got Johanna to sleep that this was the first evening we've been out with friends past eight o' clock since our baby was born. Does that make me boring or responsible? I do love that we still had the requisite cup of coffee/tea after dinner and that it was served with stroopwafels and gevulde koek (cookies filled with almond paste).
Probably one of my favorite moments of the night: our friend's dad starting the fire in the outdoor stove with a blowtorch.
|Brings new meaning to the slogan,"be prepared," doesn't it?|
|No, we were not cold.|