@cengland0@rockblossom Hi Celiac, I’m dad. These jokes typically resonate with my offspring but I’m starting to regret heading down this path at this moment. It was a knee-jerk reaction. Apologies… heh.
@heartny Same here. When they came through here however many months ago I considered them, but couldn’t decide if I was likely to enjoy them at all.
This time around I’m trying to figure it out again. But it seems like too big of a risk for something that might not be any good [to me]. Plus, it’s not like I really need more sugar in my diet. (Unless it’s really, really tasty…)
A friend of mine from Holland shipped me some many years ago 2 or 3 different makers and I fell in love and I’ve searched for them ever since and love them when they come up on meh because that gives me more to buy. The US ones yeah not so much but the real Dutch ones are the bomb
@Cerridwyn When the support guy from the Netherlands field office would visit us at the US mother-ship, he would always bring several packages to leave in the break room at work. Tried a couple, was not impressed - too sweet for my tastes.
I answered “in Gouda” but really it was a different city in Holland, which is also the Netherlands, which confuses everybody. It was in a local “street market” of various vendors: vegetables, bakery items, sausages, herring! So the ones you get in that way are fresh and quite a bit more enticing than these, though these are not terrible. (and these are NOT the ones from Canada with ‘healthy’ ingredients – no hint of healthiness here.)
@pmarin Also not in Gouda, but in another cheese - Limburg. Or really, in the small town of Brunssum. The fresh ones were wonderful, but I think the packaged ones here are a sad ghost of the originals. OTOH, I’ve only had a gluten-free version in the last couple of decades, so maybe I’m not the best judge of how these taste.
@earl_danger When I lived in the Netherlands I lived near the German border and was accused of speaking Dutch in a “german” way (for example how one says “upside down” - used the german idiom rather than the dutch version of how it is say). Then when I lived in Germany I was accused of speaking german with a dutch accent. Of course if I didn’t know the german word a long forgotten dutch word would come flying out of my mouth. Pretty funny actually, not to mention I suck at learning foreign languages even when living in the country. I try. I take lessons, I’d even dream in that language on occasion (once or twice I was the dutch teacher and the dutch student in the same dream LOL) and then what would come flying out of my mouth, even though I knew far more than that was present tense simple words. I sounded like a dutch 3 year old.
@earl_danger@Kidsandliz my wife grew up in Holland, but then moved to the US decades before we met. And I studied German for years. So when I try to say any Dutch words, she says I say them like a German. It’s very hard to get the sounds right (like French, very difficult if you don’t grow up sounding out the sounds as a child).
Might just be a good story, but apparently it was very easy to tell German spies in World War II pretending to be Dutch, by just making them say some city names. In the legend it’s Scheveningen.
No clue. I’ve slept multiple times since then, and it was probably long enough ago that I wouldn’t have recalled the event unless there was something special about it. And, honestly, there’s no detectable amount of “special” in a stroopwafel.
And when did a stroopwafel get elevated to the level of an “experience”, outside of the moist imagination of a marketroid?
Picked up a couple from Speedway (gas station) to see if they were any good. Wow, those caramel ones were delicious. I bought some from Meh last year for the first time and they lasted quite a few months. Tempted to try the maple one next but I still wish Meh offered these as a variety pack.
There’s an international market near me that has a good sandwich deli and grills sausages outside on weekends. I stopped by to get a sandwich, and while I waited, I saw a couple brands of stroopwafels in 10- or 12-packs on one of the shelves. Figured it was worth a try.
They’re super tasty, and as someone who pays pretty close attention to the amount of refined sugar I take in (try to have 40g or less a day), the ones I got were enough for a sweet treat with coffee without wrecking the day (I think they were 14g apiece).
It was 1847. Southern France. Marcel had just come back through the vineyard. We snapped our branches and got the cattle moving away from the vines, which were ripe from the sun that been persistent for a fortnight. He pulled something from his pocket… a gift from his papa who had just returned from a trip.