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Je houdt alleen van jezelf…

I knew a girl who went to Boston

Opportunity knocking at her door

Dreams of editors to save her soul

That she’d known once before-

 

So she planed this glad reunion

And wanted so to be his muse

Said the kids would stay in Europe

With their papa, what the deuce?

 

I cannot fathom heartless women

Who leave their families in dismay

Chasing dreams of lust and scandal

While motherhood slips fast away

 

We should let this be a lesson

Hold to ourselves those most dear

Instead of freaking drugs and aging

When abandonment is surely near 

 

The moral of this little story

Jotted down by this kind elf

Is the truth, when you tell them

Je houdt alleen van jezelf 

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Care for a Broodje? or When Sandwiches get elaborate

found this lovely post on another blog and it brought back fond memories of my fave brodjes when I was in Amsterdam. Nice photos-

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When I first came to the Netherlands this February, I was taken aback by the lack of lunch meals in the University cafeteria. Basically, there are none. Or lets say, there are mostly crocettes (which to me are best described as a different shaped variety of Bitterballen), fries, some varieties soups and sandwiches. That’s it. And for me, being used to some kind of warm, balanced meal for lunch, this was new territory. Unfortunately, the cafeteria café in the library was not that resourceful and creative in their menu planning, thus leaving me with the impression that Dutch lunches are mostly bland and boring.

However…

Hearty sandwich with pulled pork, bacon, cheese, lettuce and cocktail sauce at De Beurs, Utrecht. Hearty sandwich with pulled pork, bacon, cheese, lettuce and cocktail sauce at De Beurs, Utrecht.

I soon learned that sandwiches, or what they call broodje here in the Netherlands, which are on the menues of many local restaurants and bars are not only filling…

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