The time has come that both locals and tourists alike look forward to all year. While most tourists probably just stumble upon this gastronomic delight, the locals get excited at the mere mention of the word. That's right, I'm talking about oliebollen. What a funny word it is, but oh what a delicious treat. I had heard talk of these donut-like creations at a get together with some other expats. With excitement in their voices they spoke of two things that marked the coming of the holiday season. No, not Sinterklaas, not the lights throughout the city, it was oliebollen and gluhwein. For that moment I looked forward to trying both, but quickly forgot about it. Then one day while walking down the street from Dam Square I caught sight of a sign. I remembered the word, and thought I would see what all the fuss was about. The fuss was rightly made, and I became a fan right then and there. These little balls of joy are basically fried dough with raisins and currents all around. Finished off with a dusting (or a heaping amount in my case) of powdered sugar, you just can't go wrong. I was hooked, so now whenever I see a sign for oliebollen, I have to get in line because they don't last all year.
Gluhwein is also quite lovely, but it isn't for everyone. It's basically mulled wine most commonly served at the multitude of Christmas markets scattered all over Europe. My first taste was at the Christmas market in Antwerp, Belgium, and it was delightful. Walking around in the freezing cold air, looking at all of the random wares for sale you need something to warm the insides. Gluhwein is just the ticket. Sadly, both of these lovely holiday finds will be gone as the new year starts, so I will be indulging as much as possible until then. Proost!
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