08/28/2026
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I didn't grow up eating wentelteefjes, for some reason, my mom never made it. It wasn't until high school that I was introduced to them. Whenever there was some kind of event at school, somebody would show up with a plate of them.
Never one particular person, and nobody ever announced it. Somebody had a loaf going stale, somebody else had eggs, and there they were.
Which is really what this dish is. It exists because somebody refused to throw bread away. Almost every country has a version and most of the names say so… the French call it pain perdu, lost bread. In Germany and Scandinavia it's some form of arme ridders, poor knights. Somebody looked at a hard loaf, decided it was still food, and made it worth eating.
That also means nobody owns the recipe. There's no single right way to make them, and I know a lot of you were raised on a version that isn't mine. Mine has one thing in it you probably didn't grow up with, and it's the reason the outside actually crackles. Worth a try next to yours, if you have bread going stale this weekend.
So tell me: who made them in your house, and what went on top?