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I have a friend named Anna who introduced me to this Dutch dish. It’s one of my favorite salad dishes of all time. She also told me one of my favorite stories of anyone’s childhood EVER. Both of her parents are from Amsterdam and came to live in South Carolina the year she was born. Anna’s father was an anesthesiologist and was gone all of the time. Her mother was a stay-at-home mom so Anna got to spend all of her time with her mother. Anna’s mom was very lonely for Holland. When Anna reached school age, her father told her mother that Anna could not stay home but had to go to school. The first day, her mom dressed her up in a fancy little dress and patent leather shoes and walked her to school. She handed her over to the teacher and left. That afternoon, when Anna’s mother came to pick her up, the teacher said she needed to talk to her. The teacher said “We think Anna’s retarded.” You see, Anna’s parents forgot to teach her English, and her teacher failed to recognize that Anna was speaking Dutch. So her parents taught her English IN A WEEK and sent her back to school where she excelled. Today Anna is a medical doctor, but to me she will always be my retarded friend.
P.S. The recipe I linked to is the closest that comes to the one Anna gave me. I use more apples. It’s a great recipe for your leftover pork tenderloin, or even with no meat at all. Along with my crappy pic up there, I put a translator thingy on it so when you make it for your family, or for the company picnic, you can announce like an expert the proper name of the dish. Then everyone can call you retarded behind your back.
My siblings and I all went to the same Catholic school in the Bronx. After several years there, my brother, the youngest, was struggling. The prinicipal called my mother intonher office and told her that my brother was retarded and needed to be placed in an institution. My mother looked right at the nun and said, “Fuck you, Sister.” She had my Dad enroll my brother at another Catholic school that was close to his work. There, the little Italian nun who was the principal looked at my brother, and pronounced, “He’s-a a good-a boy. We no gonna have no-a trouble.”
When I saw the title for this post, I thought you had had a seizure on the keyboard. I’m glad to know it’s only Dutch food.
(PS One of my favorite memories of my trip to the Netherlands is my friend cracking up over a sign advertising “Contakt Lensen.” It was like they were only pretending they speak another language there.)
I was going to look at the recipe but it has beets? YUCK!
PS – Your retarded doctor friend sounds cool. I don’t think I could learn a new language in 10 years, let alone a week (even as a child). Maybe I’M retarded! HA!
One of my old girlfriends was a real tart, but she got saved or some silly shit like that. When she came back to the dark side I guess that meant she was “re-tarted”.
Meh. You’re not giving me much to work with on this blog. I was hoping to stay away from the finger in the dike thing.
They said my husband was retarded too! Turned out he was very hard of hearing and needed hearing aids. Kinda makes ya wonder who the true retards are
They were certainly quick with that diagnosis years ago. I think now they like the diagnosis ADD.
You mean “Absence of Discipline Disorder”, right?
That too.
Ummmm.. It’s pink….what makes it pink? I dont know if I could eat pink!
Ummm cooked beets.
That was a hysterical story. I cant believe they said that to her parents and the parents are thinkin. Yeah, who’s retarded here?
It is one of my favorite childhood story of my friends.
I thought I was your retarted friend!
Well yes, I have several. Ha!!
My siblings and I all went to the same Catholic school in the Bronx. After several years there, my brother, the youngest, was struggling. The prinicipal called my mother intonher office and told her that my brother was retarded and needed to be placed in an institution. My mother looked right at the nun and said, “Fuck you, Sister.” She had my Dad enroll my brother at another Catholic school that was close to his work. There, the little Italian nun who was the principal looked at my brother, and pronounced, “He’s-a a good-a boy. We no gonna have no-a trouble.”
And they didn’t.
Ha! I hope he tells all his friends that story and I hope you never let him live it down!
Wow, I guess she showed them. HA!
Sho ’nuff.
I have listened to that clip a gazillion times and I still think Im saying it wrong…I know I am. More Coffee!
It took me longer than a week to learn how to say that one Dutch word. HA!
English in a week.. Wow! That is awesome.
Fortunately, a little kid doesn’t have to know too many to communicate.
You had me at “gherkin”
Ha! And make some Circus Peanut Pie for dessert!
That would make for a very colorful plate, wouldn’t it?
Yes! And a gin and tonic on the side.
The IN-side.
That’s a great story, and a nice tribute to a good friend.
BUT HAS SHE CURED YOUR RABIES????
Sadly, rabies is not her specialty.
Ha ha! Only you, Laura would jump on the “retarded friend”! LOL
I would never jump one of my retarded friends! I mean, unless they needed jumping.
It sounds so fricken yummy. I love me some BEETS!
You should make this then.
I’m all about leftovers. Who shot and shot.
Sounds good to me.
Ha! Great pronunciation! You need to make it when you have leftover pig.
When I saw the title for this post, I thought you had had a seizure on the keyboard. I’m glad to know it’s only Dutch food.
(PS One of my favorite memories of my trip to the Netherlands is my friend cracking up over a sign advertising “Contakt Lensen.” It was like they were only pretending they speak another language there.)
Ha! I know, right? It’s like they take our words and just throw extra letters on them.
Since I doubt the intelligence of most doctors, I must now ask each of them if they are friends with you.
Ha! You might better.
I was going to look at the recipe but it has beets? YUCK!
PS – Your retarded doctor friend sounds cool. I don’t think I could learn a new language in 10 years, let alone a week (even as a child). Maybe I’M retarded! HA!
Beets are good!
I barely know English myself!
HOLY SHIT! That drama queen was really you, wasn’t it?!!
That little shit!
Ha! I thought it was genius.
One of my old girlfriends was a real tart, but she got saved or some silly shit like that. When she came back to the dark side I guess that meant she was “re-tarted”.
Meh. You’re not giving me much to work with on this blog. I was hoping to stay away from the finger in the dike thing.
Maybe I should just work instead.
Nah.
Get back to work!
Your tax dollars at work…
I figured as much! Ha!
Awesome story. Too many things in the salad that don’t appeal to me, but it is pretty and I like the idea of meat in a salad.
It’s actually tasty- no matter how strange it sounds.
Yummmm I’m going to have to try this!
You should.
My grandma used to make this dish. She was Dutch. It is delish.
I like it.
What an adorable story. When I got to Hometown and speak French, they look at me like I’m demented.
My French could have me committed.