Since, as far as I can tell, this site is solely for my personal documentation/research (and occasional communication with my dear mother), one liberty I like to take here is the posting of entries before they're complete. Should the former condition change, I'll do something about the latter. But until then...we have entries like the following.
To wit: I'm dismayed by my continuing surprise over the number of things that I haven't expected since I've moved here. What I'm saying is that I should at least be used to being surprised. For example, why am I surprised that there are completely foreign edible plants sold in supermarkets here? Not "foreign" as in "not domestic", "foreign" as in "alien and unfamiliar". I mean, some cities you'd expect it: Penang, sure--strange fruit, so to speak. Bogota? Yes. Huge, mutant bananas. Amsterdam? Not unless you mean alien tubers.
But lo: this summer I peeped for the first time (more than peeped, actually...I bit them, repeatedly and without mercy) two alluring "water vegetables" that have been eaten here for ages. The first, listed in my neighborhood organic winkel as ijskruid, is proving difficult to research, in terms of its edible history. Indeed, when I bought it, I asked the girl behind the counter how you normally prepare it (if i can find a picture of it, you'll see why it wasn't immediately obvious), and she said she'd never eaten it or (rather necessarily) cooked it, and asked her bosslady to weigh in on the matter. She told me "you can eat it as a salad item or lightly saute it."
I, being me, did neither. What I did do was interesting, quite nearly good, and I will one day reveal what transpired in the kitchen that day if I ever come back to finish this post. We took pictures of it before it was dismantled and et: it looks vaguely like something Scotty would put in the Enterprise's engine to make it run. I say this as a "non-Trekkie".
I know I always say this: part two to follow. What I don't always say is: right now, bitch!!! Take that. I'm kidding. Part two is a myth.
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).
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