Holy cow, I wrote a book!
Last year, some friends and I went for dinner at
in the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle.
The menu is pub food, which means that everything comes with
and a choice of several dipping sauces,
none of which is ketchup.
One of my friends spent some formative years of her life
in the Netherlands, so she was familiar with frites
and asked for curry ketchup.
Unfortunately, they didn't have it.
(But I know a great German deli that does carry curry ketchup...)
I tried to stay somewhat healthy with a salad,
but the croque monsieur pretty much cancelled out
any fat-avoidance forgoing the frites may have offered.
As we munched on our frites, I wondered how the
Belgians managed to
eat such profoundly fatty food and not
blimp up like Americans.
My friends revealed the secret in one word: