The first thing to say is....
More Dutch you cannot get!
And then, out of the 145 apartments where we live in our senior complex, with 200+ residents, there is always a core of us who get together for special holiday events...like Easter brunch. For those of us who don't have relatives nearby...or a church service...we have something to make us feel festive.
This time there were 23 of us. We started at 11 a.m. and finished two hours later. But pay attention because this all happens in a sequence and in separate courses, one at a time. Just when you think there couldn't possibly be more, it goes on...and on.
The table was set, waiting for us with glasses of orange juice.
Look at all that yellow. So perfect for Spring and Easter.
As we all gathered, champagne was served and we gave our toast: "Proost!"
Then baskets of French bread were added to the tables,
with both plain and herbal butters nearby....
...to accompany the choice of soup next being served: chicken or vegetable (with meatballs).
Many, like Astrid, had one bowl of each. And why not!
It wouldn't be Easter (or Sunday!) without a hard-boiled egg, of course.
But for some reason, I always forget that a salad is coming.
It's a ground potato-ham mixture with accompanying cherry tomatoes and silver onions,
and another boiled egg on top.
Notice that by this point my champagne is gone.
Which made for the perfect timing of the coffee or tea making its rounds.
Of course, we hadn't had enough to eat by then, so...
bring out the feeststol...the Dutch bread served at Christmas and Easter!
It's the almond-paste center that makes it different from the German stollen.
Astrid calls it a sugar bomb, but at only two times a year, who cares, right?!
Oh, and as if we hadn't had enough eggs already, there were scrambled eggs with Dutch spek/bacon!
The deli plate was for the rolls, in case you weren't full enough.
And finally, there was the canned fruit cocktail (which I actually grew up on, interestingly).
And a surprise Belgian chocolate Easter bunny, one for everybody.
Are you still hungry????
Over the course of 2 hours, it all settles in.
As does the getting to know each other better.
This is why we love these times together. Fellowship. Koinonia.
Going around the table, one by one, yakkity-yak.
These are the people we have grown to love, some of whom are my Rummikub mates on Fridays.
Riet and Ria (top-center) were two, besides Ineke, who bought and organized all the food,
with heavy financial subsidizing by our Poort 6 management:
we paid €3 per person!
All the familiar suspects....with Ineke, top right and bottom.
The lady sitting next to me turns 91 in June, 3 days after I turn 71.
I told Astrid I may rethink not wanting to live that long...if I can look like that!
As they say, all good things come to an end,
but not without help.
The residents' committee had everything under control, of course.
Let's call it Dutch Cleaning Clean-up.
The remains of the day, with email addresses handed out....
(they all knew I was taking pictures for something).
(they all knew I was taking pictures for something).
Yup. This was our celebration for Easter, and....
More Dutch you cannot get!
