01-01-11 or 1/1/11 or January 1, 2011
Oliebollen and Sjoelen
You can check out some recipes here or here.
At my sister's home yesterday we were treated to oliebollen compliments of her husband who makes close to 100 each year as part of their New Year's Eve. traditions. They are so good and were enjoyed by all who drop by for a visit.
Thank you M&L for your wonderful hospitality shown to all of us!
This was my version of making oliebollen this past week, using a package of Koopmans oliebollen mix. For a taste of The Netherlands, I have included this video...
This was the results of our experiment. The oliebollen were not as light as my brother in law's but we still enjoyed them.
And the shuffleboard/sjoelbak game is another tradition that the dutch play on New Year's Eve. We didn't have time last evening due to our travels, but we are eager to play some games today.
As we travelled yesterday to the Niagara area, I spent some time reading excerpts from my Gladys Taber collection. I thought that I would close this post with some of her thoughts which you can find here
It is time to put up new calendars, and as the old ones come down I wonder where the past year went. some of it is now what Emily Dickinson would call "an amethyst remembrance." Perhaps some of it is better forgotten, but there is so much to remember and treasure.There is, I have found, at least one good or lovely thing in every single day. Everyone has sorrow, endures difficult times, but loveliness abides if we look for it.
What the new year will bring, we cannot know. I think of the year that has been folded away in time. There has been much good in it, although some sorrow. but here are always, in any year, many lovely memories, and I shall cherish them. Life is not, for most of us, a pageant of splendor but is made up of many small things, rather like an old fashioned piecework quilt. no two people have the same, but we all have our own, whether it be listening to Beethoven's Fifth with a beloved friend or seeing a neighbor at the back door with a basket of white dahlias. Or after a long, hard day having the family say, "That was a good supper."
As the clock moves irrevocably from yesterday to today, I go out on the terrace and fill my heart with the intensity of the winter moonlight. This is the time when the heart is at peace and the spirit rests. I think of the words, "Be still, and know that I am God." Far off a branch falls in the old orchard, and sometimes a plane goes overhead bound for a far destination. I wish the pilot well, in that cold sky, and hope the passengers come safely home. Silently I say, "Happy New Year to all of us, all over this turning earth and may we make it a year of loving-kindness and gentle hearts."