Roomboter: the penny finally drops

by Marianne on 01/09/2010

Until yesterday roomboter was one of those words like boterham that I heard people use but didn’t get why they were using it.

Until yesterday I’d been happily calling what I know as butter boter in Dutch.

Until yesterday I’d wondered why people went roomboter? when I asked for boter.

Until yesterday I wasn’t really sure what roomboter was. I think I thought it might be a fancy version of butter. I’d secretly hoped, like with hoping the old boterham would be a luxury sandwich, that it would be a hand-churned saltier version of the standard butter you get here. And then been slightly disappointed when the roomboter seemed just like what I thought was boter.

All this was going on without me really being aware of it.

Until yesterday when I suddenly thought what is this roomboter anyway?

So I asked J, my handy Dutch advisor, and he explained that although boter is butter, it is also used as a collective noun for all things buttery. So margarine and low-fat spreads fall under the boter group too. The van Dale says that boter is butter but it is also op boter lijkend vet uit plantendelen getrokken syn. margarine, kunstboter, plantenboter.

Which brings back a memory of me doing the shopping for some school breakfast or other and the list saying 4 pak boter and me having a dither about whether they really meant butter and surely we had tubs of marg the last time and opting for tubs of marg but having a bit of a worry that they really did mean butter and that the whole breakfast would be a failure as a result.

I’m not really sure to what extent you use butter as a generic term in English. You say to butter bread even if you are using margarine. We have butter, so when I say butter I mean butter. For other people butter might have a wider range and they may have cottoned on long ago to the difference in usage between boter and roomboter.

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Moetish refuse collection

by Marianne on 27/08/2010

I was taking the girl from across the road to school this morning and when asked about year two at school she said: er zijn meer regels in groep twee dan in groep één.

En in groep drie zijn er meer regels en in groep vier zelfs meer, my son J continued.

Ik ben in groep honderd, I said. In groep honderd zijn er héél veel regels.

Which is true. It’s just not always clear what the rules are once you’re in groep grown-up.

Take the refuse collection where I live. It is moetish to the extreme and can be used as an example if anyone is trying to tell you that Holland is so liberal and easy-going and tolerant and bla bla bla.

The refuse collection here is so moetish that for the last two weeks they haven’t emptied our wheelie bins. Even though we put them out.

The refuse collectors are the really strict teachers of groep honderd. There’s no well you’re misbehaved this time, but you’ll know not to do it next time. It’s all you haven’t stuck to the rules so you shall be punished and we shall not be emptying your wheelie bin. They’d be thrashing us with belts if they could.

As parents I thought we were somewhere in the middle on the scale with the niks-moet-alles-maggery parenting you see more in HET WESTEN (that evil place) at one end and belt-thrashing moetishness at the other end.

In terms of wheelie bins and training people like us to do what the binmen want I can see that we are more at the niks-moet-alles-mag end of the scale.

So we’re gradually working out the binmen’s rules. This involves a lot of backward engineering because half of the rules are undocumented and if you do break a rule and are punished with an unemptied bin you are not informed of which rule exactly it was that you have broken.

So far we know the rule about it being your green bin one week and the black one the next. That one is written down in their constitution.

And we know the rule about them having to be put out before 7:00 (!!) in the morning on collection day. We have, however, realised, with a bit of undercover detective work, that the binmen come later than 7:00, so therefore tend to ignore this rule because we get up at 7:00 and wheelie bins aren’t the first things on our minds in the morning.

We also know the next rule, again a written one, about NOT being able to put them out the evening before. Some people do this, and so do we if we remember, so we think this is a rule that can be broken.

The next rule is one we have learnt ourselves – it’s one of the unwritten ones. The wheelie bins have to be put right at the edge of the pavement so the stretchy arm on the bin lorry can pick them up. If you don’t, they don’t empty your bin.

I now understand the man who came and told me off once when I had just parked the car and was moving his wheelie bin back from where it was looming over the kerb and meant that I couldn’t open the door. He was obviously on wheelie bin surveillance to make sure that his wheelie bin would be emptied and didn’t want silly people moving it back to a belt-thrashing your bin is a centimetre too far back from the kerb, so we shall not empty it position.

The next unwritten rule, which my husband J forgot last week, is that they have to be placed not just right on the edge of the kerb but with the lid opening towards the road. If, as he discovered last week, you put them the other way round you will be punished and they will NOT be emptied.

If the binmen were slightly more permissive they might have turned the bin round and emptied it this time with maybe a sticker saying dear valued customer we’ve emptied it this time but please put it the right way round next time because otherwise we might strain our backs turning it round.

But they’re not permissive, so the bin stayed unemptied.

This week’s rule is still unclear to me. I put the wheelie bin out. I did put it out at 9:00 in the morning instead of before 7:00, but I peeked in another bin to see if the binmen had been yet and they hadn’t. Maybe they have CCTV and can see what time you put your bin out. Maybe the chip in the bins that registers if your bin has been emptied and consequently bills you sends a signal to the stretchy arm on the bin lorry that makes it refuse to accept your bin if it’s been put out after 7:00.

Did you put it on the painted line? J asked when I told him they hadn’t emptied the bin again.

What painted line? I answered.

Apparently there are lines on the pavement showing where to put the bin. I’d never noticed them before. The pavement was full of bins when I got there this time, so I put the bin on the corner. I did half-wonder whether there might be a rule about not putting your wheelie bin on a corner, but there were other bins there, so I thought it would be ok.

So there’s two possible new rules for this week: don’t put your wheelie bin on the corner or put your bin on the painted line. Or it’s just the old not after 7:00 rule.

I know next week’s rule already: don’t stamp your rubbish down into the bin to make it all fit in  - luckily I’m too small for the jumping on the the rubbish in the wheelie bin job so the tall person in our house has to do it - because if it doesn’t fall out we won’t make any effort to make sure it does.

And we’re now in that vicious circle of a full bin that won’t be emptied if you compact the rubbish into the bin, but if you put the rubbish in bin bags next to the bin, they won’t be taken either. The only solution, as we have discovered before, is sneakily putting a bag in other people’s wheelie bins.

Still, trying to think of a positive angle here, it has saved us money because they charge per emptying here. It’s been a long week.

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aaaaarrrrrggggghhhh

August 25, 2010

Just when I thought we’d got through the last vierdaagse of the summer – the fietsvierdaagse – a new one has popped up in the local paper. A bit of background might be necessary here if you don’t know my opinion of the avondvierdaagse and zwemles. I guess you need your zwemdiploma to take part, [...]

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Brambles and bramen

August 24, 2010

While we were out blackberrying the other day I had a sudden revelation, which everyone else probably had on the first day they started learning Dutch. I realised that we use the word bramble for the plant that blackberries grow on and that the word in Dutch for the plant that blackberries grow on and [...]

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Civilian Pants*

August 23, 2010

Today J got his army bag out of the roof. He was called up for military service back in the nineties, which was at a time when a lottery was held because only a small minority of people were called up. He was one of the unlucky few. After he’d completed his military service he [...]

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A different kind of free

August 13, 2010

I see these signs a lot when I’m out on the bike and they always make me laugh because it sounds like someone has tried to give a positive spin to what is really a moetish message. When I see vrij wandelen en fietsen I think it means that you can walk and cycle wherever [...]

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Emu and being liberated from social convention

August 11, 2010

Whilst we were home in England the other week my mum discovered some old toys that used to belong to my brother and I. One of these was an Emu puppet that belonged to my brother. For those of you who had the misfortune of missing out on Emu in your childhood, he was an [...]

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The phone

August 9, 2010

When I first went to study in Germany it took a while before I got into the habit of saying my name when answering the phone rather than just saying hello (or hallo in German). I did just say hallo for a while until I cottoned on that this threw the person on the other [...]

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Niks-moet-alles-maggers and Moetishness

July 30, 2010

Following on from Sarah’s comments on my Niks moet, alles mag post about how niks-moet-alles-maggers are people who were brought up in the sixties and seventies when there was a strong wave of rebellion against moetishness, I’ve been thinking this may be the reason why people from abroad often find the Holland they hear about [...]

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The princess and the pea

July 28, 2010

I accompanied my son’s class to a production of Cinderella the other day. The production was being put on by a theatre group from Amsterdam, which has much cachet when you’re out in the backwoods here. The theatre was literally in the backwoods, because it was in the openluchttheater here, which I’ve never been to before [...]

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