I grew up very close to my Dutch Grandmother who I called Oma and a few years ago I was lucky enough to go on the trip of a lifetime and travel by boat through out the entire country's canals. In a small northern town called Sneek, I stayed at a funky hotel that was similar to a hostel. Small rooms, shared bathrooms and a dark bar, restaurant and lobby all in one. After a long night of riding our bikes around town and drinking way to much amazing beer, I came back to the hotel to everyone eating soup that smelled like nothing I had smelt before. Mustard Soup! This is what I have come up with and I think its pretty close.

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