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Little Dutch Boy


I've always had an inkling that Grayson and his palette take after the Herrema side of the family, evidenced by his partiality towards anything coated in butter, cheese or sugar. My hunch was confirmed today in the Danish town of Solvang, when my boy tried his first Abelskiver. Drenched in rasberry jam and a generous layer of powdered sugar, three little dough balls are served hot from the fryer. You should've seen Grayson's face light up as the sugar hit his bloodstream via the tongue -- it was like he had just walked into his own surprise party. The three abelskivers quickly turned into none, and even the jam and sugar soup left in the bottom was slurped up with barely a dribble down the front of his shirt.

The clincher? The sugar spike and crash left him drooling and semi-comatose for the car ride home, just like a true Dutchman.

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