Men from previous generations of Schoonveld are not known for experimenting with food. The anecdote goes that Grandpa Willem stayed with us on Ameland. He was used to getting brown beans on Mondays. My mother was not averse to teasing and planned to eat something other than brown beans on Mondays. Grandpa saw through her and had already soaked the beans on Sunday to be on the safe side.
We always said about my father that he only liked what they ate in Zuidwolde in 1940. Macaroni and pizzas were not for him.
Aunt Elly thought she could do something about this with Uncle Harke. Together with Aunt Martje, the three of them went to cooking lessons. In the fragment below, Aunt Elly describes how that ended. In Groningen dialect.