Food

I stopped on the way back from the garden at a truck stand. All the Dutch were lined up to get their frites with mayonnaise and rolled deep fried meat of some kind. I took photos of the man that was the short order cook and probably the owner. He was an expert with the frites. Here, they served them will all kinds of sauce, but everything was in Dutch so I have no idea.
I ordered a soft ice cream cone, only one flavor , vanilla. I stoop and watched people come in and order all kinds of interesting stuff. If I had wanted, I could have had a Mars Bar here. They had them I the case with all the mystery meats.

I have had frites...
Pancakes
Beer
And I have to have waffles.
I don't eat weird meats or funky fish, so I don't have to do that.
What am I missing from my food experience?

I love it here. Everyone is so friendly. Much more friendly than in France. The receptionist at the place that I am staying is always laughing. I asked her if they had a blow dryer...she laughed and laughed! I told her, never mind, I can just go out into the wind.
I was allowed to rent towels for 6 euro. When I pulled into the place this afternoon I had to wait till a horse passed. I didn't want to get to close and make him nervous.
This morning on my way to the garden, I stopped at a spot along the road where there were horses in pens,  strips of yellow flowers in long beds and a huge plastic sheet that was undulating in the mind. Having a dog that is nervous, I felt for these horses. Not only was it really windy, but they had this plastic making all of this noise next to them. They were all on edge. I could feel it.

All the stairs that I have see in this country as very steep. I was told in Amsterdam that no furniture can go up stairs as they are so steep and narrow so on the outside of the old house in the city they have hooks on the top floor so as to hoist things up. Some houses are built so as to lean forward a bit to help with this and to keep out the rain.