Nanda
has invited over Digne, a friend who lives in the Hague as well. They
met up through a Latvian "Myspace" type website. Digne was checking out
the profiles and..."Hey! There are more Latvians here in the Hague!" So
now she is here, the official inspector of Rosols, the special
potato salad served on birthdays, holidays and all other special
occasions. It's a festive dish, but "even boys know how to make it!" Nanda's father often makes it for her when she
's
back in Riga for a visit. The last couple of years she's lived in
France (to study sound engineering) and here in Holland (to study ArtScience, she is even featured in a cool documentary).
While we're chopping and dicing the sausage, carrots, gherkins, eggs and potatoes, Nanda tells me lots about Latvia. Russia plays a big part in its recent history,
they occupied Latvia till 1990. Till then, all "official" things,
like shop fronts or tram tickets, were in Russian. After independence, everything
was written in Latvian, but on some facades, the bleached out shadows
of the Russian letters are still visible. There's quite a polemic going
on now about the language, as the big Russian minority (almost a third
of the population) want Russian to become the offical second language of the nation. Nanda was even affected by this struggle 
personally...when
she worked at the ministry of education there was a bomb scare in the
building . All because they wanted to change education so that all
lessons would be taught in Latvian.
Nanda tells me sometimes at the market she will be speaking to the vendors in Latvian and they will answer in Russian. A bilingual dialogue... The salad progresses and Digne inspects the proportions of the different ingredients. The pieces have to be chopped very finely, as “only grandma’s make rosols with big chunks!” Then generous amounts of sour cream and mayonnaise are added. The aspect mostly reminds me of potato salads I have had in the past at barbecues or parties. But here in Holland it doesn’t have a special name or significance…and often it’s bought at the supermarket and not made at home. Which does make a big diffe
rence, as I notice when I take my first bite. The rosols isn’t really photogenic, but it is delicious comfort food and I can imagine it being seen as a “festive” dish.
personally...when
she worked at the ministry of education there was a bomb scare in the
building . All because they wanted to change education so that all
lessons would be taught in Latvian.Nanda tells me sometimes at the market she will be speaking to the vendors in Latvian and they will answer in Russian. A bilingual dialogue... The salad progresses and Digne inspects the proportions of the different ingredients. The pieces have to be chopped very finely, as “only grandma’s make rosols with big chunks!” Then generous amounts of sour cream and mayonnaise are added. The aspect mostly reminds me of potato salads I have had in the past at barbecues or parties. But here in Holland it doesn’t have a special name or significance…and often it’s bought at the supermarket and not made at home. Which does make a big diffe
rence, as I notice when I take my first bite. The rosols isn’t really photogenic, but it is delicious comfort food and I can imagine it being seen as a “festive” dish.
After
dinner we enjoy a cup of lindenflower tea, with lindenflower honey to
sweeten it, also typical for grandmothers according to Nanda and Digne.
To accompany it, some rock hard caramels that need an unexpected amount
of violence to separate them from
their friends. Here at right you see Nanda holding a Latvian
souvenir…it’s a bread that’s a couple of months old, but she doesn’t
want to throw it away just yet. Amazingly, this “real” bread just turns
hard and doesn’t get moldy.
Click here for the original Rosols recipe. It's easy to make!(The original post about this meal is from January 26, 2007)
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