I like to eat my oliebollen while standing on a foot stool for added height. It makes me feel more Dutch.
I posted that comment on Twitter yesterday and was surprised to see just how many people retweeted and favourited it. But while reheating some oliebollen in the microwave yesterday, I did, in fact, end up eating the whole thing while standing on the stool that we need in order to reach the microwave, which is on top of the cabinets.
For many Dutch people — they of amazing height — the microwave would not be out of reach. So I enjoyed my oliebollen while pondering the perspective many Dutch people have while eating their fried-dough treat. It’s nice up there! I might start carrying one of those IKEA stools around with me everywhere.
Today, while G reheated the last of the oliebollen, he decided to take advantage of the perspective, as well. He thinks I might be on to something. For fun, I took a photo, while trying for a bit of a Dutch angle. It’s not quite tilted enough, but it will do. I added in a bit of moody, atmospheric shadowing to drive home the “exoticness and disorientation” of the angle and how it relates to eating a tasty foreign treat from such a height. Just as in The Third Man, I wanted “to emphasize the main character’s alienation in a foreign environment.”
Ha! I bet you didn’t expect comparisons between German Expressionism and Dutch fried dough. See how eating oliebollen on a foot stool has changed my view of the world? Of course, this could all be nonsense resulting from the lack of oxygen at such great heights. Madness? Or the birth of a new philosophy?
A Flamingo in Utrecht 
That is an interesting point of view.
What kind of oliebollen did you eat?
Just a bit of fun! We got the kruidbollen from the kraam at Neude.
I’m over 6′ tall and I STILL think they put their microwaves insanely high.
The joys of limited space, I guess. I don’t want to give up any other useful storage/counter spots for it.
Mmmmm…, kruidbollen I didn’t heard of, what is inside them?
They’ve got raisins/sultanas in them, and perhaps some other spices. Not much different from oliebollen.
Do you suppose that the act of eating oliebollen made you introspective and philosophical? Kind of like New Year’s Eve makes you introspective etc?.
It could be the simple act of eating an oliebollen … or it could be the absolute greatness of the oliebollen in general. 🙂
Haha! But what were you doing eating oliebollen already? They’re New Year’s treat.
They’re too tasty to limit to one night/day! Plus, the kraam has been up since the end of October. I only have so much willpower.
Geez, yet another thing that has changed. That’s like stores here having Halloween stuff at the end of the summer vacation already.
As an Englishman who is slightly shorter in height than the average Dutch person I too need a step ladder to reach our microwave. My wife who is Dutch does not :p
As I climb up the ladder, all I can think is, “I was considered tall in my own country!”