#oliebollen

[huariqueje]

Oliebollen stall on the Grote Markt  - Hans Versfelt , 2021.

Dutch , b. 1968 -

Oil on canvas , 50 x 35 cm.

[murdercamelinplacesitshouldntbe]

murder camel shouldnt be eating oliebollen!

Happy new year and i hope yall have a lovely and wonderful year!

Oliebollen are a dutch snack/treat typically eaten on new years eve. it can include rosins and is usually eating with powdered sugar as a topping.

[studiovlinderdas]

🐍Happy 2025~!!🐍 Time for the New Years post, Y'all's y'all~!! Hope you had a great one without too many explosions, implosions or any other sorts of -plosions! I like to continue my Lunar New Year Animal + Oliebollen illustrations as the New Years tradition. At the end of January, we enter the year of the Snake, and as I wanted to do something less flowy (already did that with the Dragon last year), I decided to go with another "type" of "snake". The Tsuchinoko is a Japanese Cryptid, and is mostly known as a very chubby snake. Its shape-language and color went perfect with the oliebollen, and its just such a happy lil fellow!! They are somewhat a sign of good fortune and wealth, but mostly because of the bounties set on them; everybody pays top dollar for a hypothetical undiscovered species of snake. Best wishes to all!! I hope this can be the best year yet for everybody!

[polldermodel]

Dit jaar is de eerste keer dat ik oliebollen met vulling zie, tumblerinas van Nederland. Is dit nieuw of leef ik onder een steen? En wat vinden we?

- ja nieuw, ieuw nee dank je

- ja nieuw, ja leuk iets nieuws in de kraam!

- nee je leeft onder een steen, nee we hoeven dit niet

- nee je leeft onder een steen, ja variety is the spice of life!

Alvast een heel gelukkig nieuwjaar voor alle volgers, en ook voor jou Polldermodel <3 bedankt voor het runnen van deze blog het is echt heel leuk

[angelshizuka]

Donuts originated from the Dutch oliebollen (literally: oil balls), because some guy didn't like the doughy center, so cut it out.

I assume some ingredients changed over the centuries, because aside from the missing hole, they don't even taste the same.

And though I love donuts, I will die on the oliebollen >>>>>>> donuts hill, that guy didn't know what he was talking about.

[xyinparadise]

It's almost new year's eve and I haven't had an oliebol yet. This is unacceptable.

[naidje]

psspssspsspsss

[hongjoongpresent]

Oliebollen ✅️

Poedersuiker✅️

Thee✅️

[rosemund-tewkesbury]

[coffeenewstom]

Die Krapfensaison hat begonnen!

Kaum waren Lebkuchen, Spekulatius und Kokosmakronen in den Auslagen der Bäckereien und Konditoreien verschwunden, da hielten auch schon die Krapfen Einzug. Wer die Weihnachtszeit ohne nennenswerte Gewichtszunahme überstanden hat, für den beginnt jetzt ein regelrechter Spießrutenlauf. Überall locken die verschiedensten süßen Köstlichkeiten, denen man sich kaum entziehen kann. Beim Krapfen handelt…

[miminmimikyu]

happy 2025!!! please find enclosed this potentially auspicious, bird-shaped oliebol

[huariqueje]

Girl with Doughnuts * - Albert Cuyp , c. 1652.

Dutch , 1620-1691

Oil on panel , 40 x 34 cm.

*Young maid holding a cooking pot full of oliebollen 

[podcastgemist]

#297 - Oliebollen Show? - JACK&JOZEF

Op 29 maart 2025 staan JACK&JOZEF in het Theater

https://theateraandeschie.nl/voorstelling/jack-jozef

[studiovlinderdas]

🐲2024, The Year of the Dragon🐲 Happy New Year Y'all's y'all~!! I hope New Years Eve wasn't too heavy and everybody is still safe and sound~!! The Lunar New Year Animal + Oliebollen illustrations became a New Years tradition, so y'all gotta deal with this uwu~!! (also, me drawing a dragon?? As someone who was famous for obsessing over them from birth till teenage years .w.;;) Best wishes to all, and hopefully this will be the best year yet for all of us .w.!!

[polldermodel]

hoeveel oliebollen heb je met oud en nieuw gegeten?

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0 :) <- lust geen oliebollen

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Our second day was an Aunts day.

It was also jet lag day, sadly.

No idea why.

We went to bed coming up on midnight at the end of our first day, both mentally sluggish and sleepy. And yet...

And yet four-thirty in the morning of our second day we are fully, inexplicably, wide awake. Both of us at the same time.

So we streamed that movie, Enola Holmes 2, from my laptop to our room's large screen monitor. By the time credits rolled, it was just passed 630AM. We stayed up another forty-five minutes before setting an alarm for 830 and trying again.

Kimmer actually fell asleep while I lay there, eyes closed, waiting for sleep to come.

And then the alarm went off.

So that happened.

Fortunately, we enjoyed an easy, lazy morning after that, our only agenda item being to visit my aunt and uncle who live nearby. I did a bit of my own reading and writing while Kimmer worked on her current paper for her doctoral program studies.

Oh. And I had one of the marzipan rolls my one uncle gave me at the airport the day before. I think there are six total in the package. So I'm indulging one each morning until it's time to go home.

And yeah. Since you're thinking it I'm gonna say it out loud: it's AMAZING I have that kind of self-control.

😁

Around noon, we pivot toward readying ourselves for what will be a lovely, twenty minute walk to my aunt and uncle's home. Unfortunately, the morning's rain is persisting. Plus there's wind.

Kimmer had the foresight to pack a pair of small collapsible umbrellas that actually work on such a day... just barely. They keep our heads dry and manage to not blow out.

All we can ask for.

☺️

We're out the door quarter after one, walking a bit of cobblestone before reaching the main street that'll take us most of the way to my aunt 'n uncle's place. Ten minutes later we're at the local market trying to make sense of packaging labels, trying to figure out which ones declare nut allergens and which ones don't. There's a lot of dutch food here I remember growing up. We just need to make sure we identify the ones that'll kill Kimmer. ☹️

So yeah. Other than the possibility of random nuts baked into the food causing Kimmer to die on the spot... there really are a lot of fantastic food memories here: the traditional holiday raisin rolls, stollen, and oliebollen. And then everyday things like chocolate hail I used to spread as often as humanly possible on top of peanut butter that was spread on top of butter butter that was spread all over hot slices of toast.

Stuff like that.

There are a lot more goodies at this dutch market as opposed to what I would consider food staples. Which is just the best thing ever.

We're at the market about half an hour and by 2 we're walking the sidewalks again. Under a little harder rain. Into a little harder wind.

At one point I miss our turn and we go a block farther before turning back and landing at my aunt and uncle's place twenty minutes after leaving the market.

Approaching their front door, another of my aunts pops her head out. I manage to not embarrass myself identifying her after more than twenty years because I saw a photograph of her the previous night in a photo album from a recent family celebration.

Thank God.

Once inside, we settle down at the dining room table for the next coupla hours for a lunch featuring salad, meats, cheeses, teas, and breads both hot and room temp. At the table are Kimmer 'n I, my aunt 'n uncle, and my other aunt who's visiting.

Like the previous evening with family, the conversation ranges all over the place. And maybe what's fun about these conversations isn't just their eclectic nature but the general tone. Friendly. Light-hearted. Familiar. With an easy humor within reach at any given moment. Even as the topics broaden out beyond family.

Quarter after four, my aunt who's visiting whisks us away for the half hour drive to her home.

Now here's the thing about her home: it's a half block from where my grandmother, my mom's mom, used to live. It's in the same village in which my parents were married. I visited here as a child when my uncle, my mom's youngest brother, was alive, when this home was still home to he, his wife, and their two boys, my other cousins who are really super tall these days. 🤯

My uncle passed away nearly twenty years ago. He and his wife's two boys grew into men with their own homes, their own lives. This is now simply the home of my aunt who lives where she always lived, in this village of friends who've been here a long time as well, in this village in which she worked for decades.

We're here another couple hours and during those hours we explore memories going all the way back to how my aunt met my uncle when she was fifteen, how she left for Holland when she was eighteen.

The story she tells involves people I can't even imagine, by the way. My aunts and uncles as teenagers, as early twenty-somethings.

There are photographs my aunt shows us, over which we marvel because yeah. Teenagers and twenty-somethings.

It's hard to believe even as I examine the photographic evidence with my own eyes.

So we spend two hours and an insane number of decades and stories that span a wide range of emotional territory and narrative arcs. At one point my aunt wants to give my dad a call to thank him for the Christmas card he and mom sent her. Also to wish him a happy birthday in advance of today which is his birthday. I help her untangle a couple technical issues with the call and, the next thing I know, my dad's voice is on the line. We speak briefly and then I hand the phone back to my aunt.

And they talk for a while.

Later, my aunt hands the phone back to me and I fill my dad in on what's happened since our last call a day ago (ish).

One other theme of this day, by the way, is that we're relentlessly being offered goodies. As if we can't possibly have had enough.

That's not wrong, by the way. 😉

That definitely continued from one aunt to the next. Even before we got to my second aunt's home, she asked us if we like apple juice and pear juice. Soon as we both said yes, she stopped at a nearby shop in her village where they make the apple juice and the pear juice.

We've got a bottle of each, now. ☺️

Then at her home, she offered us a jar of pears that we gladly accepted. Then she offered us teas followed by an apple tart, two apple tarts, of which I ate one and brought the other with us. Then cheese(?) cookies. Then home-made cookies in a round tin that are simply delicious.

She even offered more substantial food like bapao, a steamed bun with a filling. We politely passed given the amount of eating we were already indulging. Which made me remember:

We always returned home heavier when I was a kid and we came to Holland for family visits.

Our family in Holland was always feeding us.

And that's a thing that hasn't changed from then to now. 🙂

In the end, we had an unexpected, deep, touching, and lovely visit. An absolute bonus to our experience.

My aunt drove us back to my aunt and uncle's place through a nighttime wind storm that threatened to push her car sideways off the road or into oncoming traffic.

Not the best way to end our day.

She was taking us back because Kimmer accidently left her phones there. After a quick hand-off of phones, she dropped us at our hotel, hugs all around.

We may get a chance to see her again before we leave. This was a pretty definitive visit, though. And I'm amazed by it.

Interestingly, we'll see her sons later tonight as, apparently, we continue this experience of my family's greatest hits.

☺️