Romanesco is cauliflower's better-looking, cooler cousin. We've been ogling it at the market for a while, so today we decided to pick up a head.
We've been too busy taking pictures of it to cook it yet, but supposedly one cooks it the same way one would make cauliflower or broccoli (ie steam).
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Re: Flemish vs Dutch.
Katie and I live in the Flemish part of Belgium, so that means we have to learn Dutch. This is confusing because a savvy foreigner will know that the Flemish speak Flemish (or "Vlaams" as they say). So I asked my boss what was up. As an authoritative scholar and expert on everything Flemish (by virtue of his being an actual Flemish guy), he said that the Flemish will definitely get offended if you confuse them culturally with their northerly neighbors, but since Vlaams is not an official language, it can only be considered a dialect of Nederlands, and so it's fine to call it Dutch.
Other things had also led me to this conclusion. First of all, I keep calling the Flemish people's language Dutch, and nobody (except my savvy American friends) has corrected me yet. Moreover, in a couple of weeks Katie and I are going to begin a course subsidized by the Flemish government, and taught by a native Flemish speaker, called "Dutch for foreigners." Other governmental documents and signs refer to the language as Nederlands or in English translations, Dutch.
That said, there are big vocabulary and pronunciation differences between the Flemish and Dutch. Even between Flemish townships you end up with dialects that make the language sound completely different -- news programs on the Belgian public TV often have to translate what someone is saying because their dialect is so strong.
Other things had also led me to this conclusion. First of all, I keep calling the Flemish people's language Dutch, and nobody (except my savvy American friends) has corrected me yet. Moreover, in a couple of weeks Katie and I are going to begin a course subsidized by the Flemish government, and taught by a native Flemish speaker, called "Dutch for foreigners." Other governmental documents and signs refer to the language as Nederlands or in English translations, Dutch.
That said, there are big vocabulary and pronunciation differences between the Flemish and Dutch. Even between Flemish townships you end up with dialects that make the language sound completely different -- news programs on the Belgian public TV often have to translate what someone is saying because their dialect is so strong.
More about Beguinages:
For those of you who are curious, the NYTimes has a good article all about the "remarkable women" that lived in beguinages. Our groot begijnhof in Leuven isn't mentioned, but we get enough tourists anyway.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
kooky playground
To do stuff on Sundays in Belgium you have to be resourceful -- everything, save churches and a few restaurants and bars, is closed. So this past Sunday we decided to check out the Klein Begijnhof in Leuven.
As we live in an old beguinage, Katie and I are generally interested in Belgian beguinages (begijnhofs, in Dutch). Our previous beguinage tour in Brussels was kind of anticlimactic for us -- there was no clear line saying "you're at the beguinage," and after a few walks around the block we weren't sure whether we should think of the place as a beguinage or just "a place that was built on what was once a beguinage."
In Leuven, the situation is better. There are two beguinages: the Groot Begijnhof, where we are fortunate enough to live, and the Klein Begijnhof, on the other side of town center. For those without background in the Germanic languages, the former means "big beguinage" and the latter "small beguinage," and their names reflect both their size and celebrity.
However, the Klein Begijnhof and surrounding area is nothing to sneeze at. At the center is a large church -- nothing new to Belgium, but pretty. Across from the entrance to the church is a cute little bar / brasserie place that was closed but Katie and I will definitely re-visit. And there is an abbey-turned-university housing, with a secluded common garden in the center -- definitely would be sweet to get one of these apartments.
The church -- like many medieval buildings, is made of a limestone-like material that weathers rather ungracefully in the sootty Belgian rain.
At the end of "beguinage row," there is a beguinage-shaped hole in a brick building. Not visible, below the view of the camera in the footprint of the last unit of the beguinage, is a parking lot. Reminds me of that Joni Mitchell song...
The small beguinage itself is really just one road lined with the entrances to the beguines' old homes -- cute but if you were walking by and didn't know the history of the buildings you wouldn't think much of it.
Of note though, is the kooky playground. On the left, as you're walking down the beguinage street away from the church, a break in the beguinage apartments form a little alley. From the street looking down the alley, you see what appears to be a garden. And there is a garden, surrounded by a short brick wall, with a few benches, sparse shrubbery, the mossy gound typical of an unkempt Belgian lawn.
Outside the garden is the kooky part. There is a steel frame of what looks like a two-story building-in-progress. However, it turns out it's a playground!... With just two swings. And the playground has this crazy sign, with weird numbered pictures that (according to google's translation) don't correspond at all to the numbered warnings below it. Nor do they seem to depict situations that could ever happen in reality...
Upon close examination, the cartoons are kind of strange. For instance #2, above here, is un-possible. Look back at the full sign, and you can see that the girl in #3 is also doing the un-possible -- hitting her head on the moon and a star.
... And here we see the playground itself, two swings in all (short brick wall of the garden in the background).
All in all, considering the few shopping / travel / cuisine options we had, it was a delightful outing.
As we live in an old beguinage, Katie and I are generally interested in Belgian beguinages (begijnhofs, in Dutch). Our previous beguinage tour in Brussels was kind of anticlimactic for us -- there was no clear line saying "you're at the beguinage," and after a few walks around the block we weren't sure whether we should think of the place as a beguinage or just "a place that was built on what was once a beguinage."
In Leuven, the situation is better. There are two beguinages: the Groot Begijnhof, where we are fortunate enough to live, and the Klein Begijnhof, on the other side of town center. For those without background in the Germanic languages, the former means "big beguinage" and the latter "small beguinage," and their names reflect both their size and celebrity.
However, the Klein Begijnhof and surrounding area is nothing to sneeze at. At the center is a large church -- nothing new to Belgium, but pretty. Across from the entrance to the church is a cute little bar / brasserie place that was closed but Katie and I will definitely re-visit. And there is an abbey-turned-university housing, with a secluded common garden in the center -- definitely would be sweet to get one of these apartments.
The small beguinage itself is really just one road lined with the entrances to the beguines' old homes -- cute but if you were walking by and didn't know the history of the buildings you wouldn't think much of it.
Of note though, is the kooky playground. On the left, as you're walking down the beguinage street away from the church, a break in the beguinage apartments form a little alley. From the street looking down the alley, you see what appears to be a garden. And there is a garden, surrounded by a short brick wall, with a few benches, sparse shrubbery, the mossy gound typical of an unkempt Belgian lawn.
Outside the garden is the kooky part. There is a steel frame of what looks like a two-story building-in-progress. However, it turns out it's a playground!... With just two swings. And the playground has this crazy sign, with weird numbered pictures that (according to google's translation) don't correspond at all to the numbered warnings below it. Nor do they seem to depict situations that could ever happen in reality...
All in all, considering the few shopping / travel / cuisine options we had, it was a delightful outing.
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