guess what i just found in the main office at my church! a rare dutch delicacy: windmill cookies! i don't know who found them or where they found them or why they brought them to the office, but it sure feels like home! toni, one of the secretaries, tried one, and she thinks they're stale, but they're not. that's how they're supposed to taste. she's not impressed, but i'm thrilled. this is truly a tribute to my heritage.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
dutch treat
guess what i just found in the main office at my church! a rare dutch delicacy: windmill cookies! i don't know who found them or where they found them or why they brought them to the office, but it sure feels like home! toni, one of the secretaries, tried one, and she thinks they're stale, but they're not. that's how they're supposed to taste. she's not impressed, but i'm thrilled. this is truly a tribute to my heritage.
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mmmmm....cardboard.....i love cardboard.
I want to die.
Yes, but Danny, what would be the Cuban equivalent of a windmill cookie? Rice and beans cookie? That's not much to live for either.
Haha. DMP=Pwnzored!!1
Oh, and windmill cookies are nasty. (I'm dutch, so I can say this.) It's funny how well they represent Dutch-ness, actually. They're obviously cheap - no chocolate chips or nuts or anything else in there. Perhaps we could call them "modest," in that sense. They're hearty - you could store these things in 100 degree or -15 degree weather -- I doubt it'd matter to them. And most of all, they're just plain boring/bland. They get the job done, but certainly without panache. Dutch, Dutch, and Dutch.
/I forsake my heritage
See, you have to dip the windmill cookie into church coffee in a styrofoam cup. This, my friends, is how you enjoy the Dutch delicacy that is windmill cookies. They're pretty gross otherwise.
Apostacy!!!!
I expect all you nay sayers to promptly turn over your Dutch heritage cards for immediate disposal. Stale! Bland! GROSS?!? Windmill cookies are as Dutch as droopies (except droopies are sick) and Sinter Claas. Hoy what in mine skooncha! Go back to Belgium (or Friesland as it were).
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