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Stuff Dutch people like #3: horse meat 24/01/2009

Posted by dlatman in Amsterdam, Dutch, europe, food, u.s..
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horse teeth 2

horsie

Eating horse meat is more acceptable in many parts of Europe than the US. In the States we tend to view horses as companions, akin to dogs and cats, while in Europe they are just another animal to consume, such as cows or pigs.

[Americans might be unaware that US-based horse slaughterhouses actually provide their meat to Europe and the rest of the world. According to the USDA, over 12,000 horses meant for consumption were exported during the first three-quarters of 2006.]

So, how do the Dutch enjoy their horse, or paardenvlees? Not as proudly as, say, the French, who boast at least a thousand horse butchers nationwide and serve horse steaks at restaurants.

The Netherlands prefers its horse ground up and surreptitiously mixed with other meats as in meatballs, and the typically-Dutch fast food bitterballen and frikandel. (Bitterballen are finely-minced meatballs with a creamy center and crispy deep-fried exterior, while frikandel are similar to a sausage or hot dog.)

So how does horse taste? I’m not the best judge, since the one time I (probably) ate it was in my first bitterbal, which was promptly spat out into the nearest napkin. But that was more likely due to the bitterbal itself, with its unexpectedly mushy consistency and tangy, sour flavor. Other reviewers seem to enjoy horse meat.

Eet smakelijk!

Bitterballen with mustard

Photos: Horsie by me, Bitterballen by Kok Robin. Dank je vel!

Stuff Dutch People Like #2: straightforward gynecology 17/01/2009

Posted by dlatman in Amsterdam, Dutch, europe, u.s., women.
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speculum photo by amy_b

In the US we like to have our clear separation between patient and doctor: “I will leave the room now while you change,” says the white-coated professional, and after closing the door we cover up in a flimsy paper gown that provides some illusion, however pathetic, of privacy and decency. Rooms are well-lit by harsh fluorescent bulbs and smell of antiseptic, much like a laboratory. Not so in the Netherlands.

The two times I have visited the “lady doctors” here, both offices seemed in disarray, as if the doctor had no time to clean, dust or mop. (Reminding me that Americans can be preoccupied, at times verging on obsessed, with cleanliness.) The doctors remained in the room while I undressed, and had me hop on the table uncovered. Then they stayed in the room while I dressed again.

The actual procedures seem similar, but the etiquette surrounding them is different.

Most Dutch women give birth at home, so perhaps they have no need for the public/private separation we Americans usually maintain with our health care providers. Maybe to them, the body is nothing to be ashamed about.

It’s a noble concept, but somewhat disconcerting in practice to the foreigner, this one at least.

Photo by amy_b at Flickr.