Fastest Installation. Ever!

Almost by the time I finished posting, the installation was done. Incredibly fast and easy, it seems! So we now have a washer and dryer.

We went to the grocery store afterward, in order to get stuff for dinner, and while we were there, we decided to get some laundry detergent. Most of it smelled awful, particularly the Albert Hein store brand, but we found one that should be ok. After smelling them all, I almost had the beginnings of a headache. But that was cured by a stop at one of the other bars at the end of our street. (Our local was closed.) We had our usual witbier (they’re small, don’t worry mum!) and now we’re going to cook dinner. It’s some sort of mystery dish. It’s pork/bacon sort of stuff wrapped around some sort of mystery stuffing. I should point out that it’s a mystery only because we don’t read Dutch. To go along with it, we’re having a sort of mushroom, leek, lettuce salad that’s quite lovely. (ETA: Thanks to Merian, I now know that the dish was slavink. Check the comment down below for the history. It’s fascinating!)

Tomorrow morning, we’re heading over to the hardware store to buy some paint so I can get to work on our bedroom. I’m thinking of white walls with an accent wall of sage green where the headboard will be. It’s inspired by this bedroom.

3 thoughts on “Fastest Installation. Ever!

  1. O, just one more comment.
    That mystery must be what we call a slavink which is almost impossible to translate. Literally it is a lettuce finch, or, as ‘sla’ (short for salade, being salad) does not only mean lettuce but also is a conjugation of the verb beating, a beat finch. Now, with a lot of imagination you could see a beaten finch in there, but…

    A little research into online dutch resources teaches me that the Slavink was in fact invented by a butcher from the small town of Laren around 50 years ago. This butcher was one of the first to sell meat over the counter in stead of delivering it to clients on his bike, thus lowering costs and thereby not only increasing his number of clients (who liked his low prices) but also gaining time to experiment. The slavink was his first creation. He named it the way he did because “it tastes well with lettuce and it looks like a finch” as the story tells us. At least the story has consistency: it is evident that someone who calls this a finch doesn’t go out much, either by bike or otherwise.

    So it goes well with letuce. Perhaps we should go with the first translation of the first part of the word then. But what about the finch?

    You need to know that the “slavink” is not the only finch in the Netherlands. Apart from the “rundervink”, which is in fact a variation to the slavink with smoked beef in stead of bacon/porc, there is also the “blinde vink” (blind finch). This is the same minced meat wrapped in a thin slice of veal and in fact this dish is around a hundred years old and was invented by people with less money than the really rich who apparently back then had finches as a delicacy (ugh).

    These less fortunate souls (who still could afford veal, mind you) felt that really the only difference between their finch and the rich peoples finch was that it had no eyes – and here a link is made to finches sometimes being blindfolded in order for them to sing better in their cages.

    Here I really may be digressing but one thing is for sure: a blind finch (or a lettuce finch for that matter) seems at least better to eat: no beak, no bones and no feathers to worry about. Fast food avant la lettre!

  2. Such a fascinating history for such a simple little dish! I feel like we should have it again now that I know the story behind it. I was just telling Giovanni and he says they have a similar sort of dish in Italy that his grandmother referred to as an uccellino (little bird). I really do love learning the stories behind foods. Thanks so much for letting me know!

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