the HUTTEMANS

learning the Indonesian LANGUAGE and CULTURE

Partying

Posted in G-man, Indonesia on Nov 19th, 2009 | Discuss This Post

Goodbye parties are always fun. On Sunday we attended 2 of them, for US. The only difference was…we payed for them, planned much of them, and hosted them. But we did have a lot of help: our friends made our invitation list, advised us on the proper and formal way to fill out an invitation, took over the food prep and serving, helped us borrow and then wash the borrowed cups, spoons, bowls, tea pots, and floor mats, helped us prepare the 60 boxes of snacks, helped us dish out the 60 bowls of curry soup, and helped in many other ways. For those of you who couldn’t attend, here’s a few snapshots of the night.

preparing together

preparing together

g and friends trying to stay entertained

g and friends trying to stay entertained

peace

peace

all that soup

60 bowls of soup

a gift from all of our neighbors

a gift from all of our neighbors

playing chess long into the night

playing chess long into the night

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BABY: laki-laki atau perempuan?

Posted in Baby 2 on Sep 28th, 2009 | Discuss This Post

I had my 19 week ultrasound on Saturday. Everything looked great, but the baby was moving around a lot. The moving around a lot thing made it hard to make out if we are having a boy or girl on the grainy ultrasound. The doctor has an opinion, but doesn’t want to stake his reputation on it, so what do you think we are having?

G has always thought that we are going to have a “laki-laki lagi.” We’ll see if he’s right. Go vote if you think we are going to have a boy or going to have a girl…

What do you think we are having?(survey)

 

what are they saying?

Posted in Indonesia, Ministry on Sep 20th, 2009 | Discuss This Post
the musholla just up the hill from us

the musholla just up the hill from us

Every day we hear 5 calls to prayer from the local mosques surrounding us:

  1. at dawn (around 4 am)
  2. at noon (12:00 pm)
  3. afternoon (around 3:00 pm)
  4. sunset (around 6 pm)
  5. nightfall (around 7 pm)

Usually G is getting settled into bed during the nightfall prayer, and so we often notice this one. For the most part the rest of them have become so common, that we don’t often notice. The other night G was just laying down when the call started and he began to mimic it. I asked him what he thought the guy was saying, and G said something like “it’s time to go to bed.”

I think it can be a beautiful sound and often use it as my own call to prayer, if I notice it.

the Huttemans: freedom and fasting

Posted in Email, Newsletter on Aug 25th, 2009 | Discuss This Post

The only benefit that we can see to waiting so long between updates is that we have plenty of news to share with you. This month has been a busy one for us. With Independence Day celebrations, the beginning of Ramadan (a month of fasting for the majority of Indonesians), some meetings and evaluations, another group of new families arriving for culture and language study, and much more we’ve managed to keep ourselves well occupied since we last wrote. 

On August 17, we joined our Indonesian friends as they celebrated their 64th year of independence. We are found that they love to party and find this holiday a great excuse to do just that. Starting weeks before, there were neighborhood competitions (like Eel-in-a-Bottle, Water-Bag-Pinata, Kerupuk Eating Contests, and many more) that got us all involved. We hung flags from our fences and cleaned our streets together. We collected donations and planned together. And finally, we culminated the whole celebration in a late night block party complete with an awards ceremony featuring international guests—yes, us! It was a great time to bond and relax with the people who we share most of our lives with here. But as a local pastor shared later in a men’s Bible study, the freedom that we celebrated was only partial. Only a portion of us really enjoy true freedom. It was refreshing and challenging to hear his vision for bringing true and complete freedom to every part of this nation, starting with those closest to us. 

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A Day at the Races

Posted in Indonesia, Language and Culture Learning on Aug 6th, 2009 | 1 Comment »

In addition to my good looks, it appears my poor son has also inherited my athleticism. That being the case, I still entered him into some of the neighborhood contests that were held here in honor of the 64th anniversary of Indonesian independence (you’re right, we were a few weeks early, the actual holiday isn’t until 17 August). Unlike the “coconut shell shoe on a string race”, the “drop a pencil in a bottle game”, the “water bag pinata”, and various other feats of coordination and speed, I assumed that G would at least stand a chance at the “kerupuk eating contest”. Apparently, though, hands free eating is just not one of his strong suits.

kerupuk

We consoled ourselves that none of the other contenders in his weight class got off more than a bite during the 10 minute contest either. In the end, he was cheered by the whole neighborhood and got to eat his kerupuk later anyway. I really think G enjoyed losing just as much winning. So there’s another trait I lent him. I love you son!

Michael

 

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Indonesian Healthcare

Posted in Medicine on Jul 27th, 2009 | Discuss This Post
first names are more important here anyway

first names are more important here anyway

 

In the past week the 3 of us have all been to a doctor of some sort, and I feel less stress about those three visits combined than I do just thinking about visiting a doctor in America. For one, I don’t feel like I am compromising G’s college fund to take him for a checkup. In fact, his most recent exam (with a course of antibiotics) cost less than Rp. 50,000 (about $5). And before than a head wound patch up was completely free. I had a routine exam with an eye specialist for another $5. But what really blew us away was Amy’s prenatal check-up, ultrasound, and lab work that ran a bill of Rp. 125,000 (that’s right, $12.50). You couldn’t eat out on the way home from your doctor for that much, could you?

Of course, there are some aspects of the healthcare system here that are probably less than ideal. Having to explain symptoms with hand motions is another (but then again it’s only us foreigners who have to do that). The differences in explanations for why people are sick (they were thinking about too many things, or she ate too much sugar, or he’s been falling down too much). Who can ignore the clothes rack with freshly washed latex gloves drying in the street. And the fact that patients have to round the time on the ”OPEN” sign up to the nearest hour divisible by 3, also makes getting well in Indonesia a little tricky.

But those few small things aside, we really appreciate being cared for here in Indonesia.

MICHAEL

RECIPE: pb&applesauce sandwich

Posted in Recipes on Jul 21st, 2009 | Discuss This Post

food

Sorry this won’t be an Indonesian Recipe, ever since I got pregnant it has been a little bit harder to eat Indonesian food. I know, I scoffed at people who said that too, but then it happened to me. I imagine that once morning sickness is gone, I’ll be able to eat it all over again. I found out though, that this is a very Indonesian way to feel, a lot of my close Indonesian friends didn’t want to eat rice when they were pregnant, some only wanted bread and cheese (which are considered to be very American foods). This is unbelievable to me because rice is even more than a staple for Indonesians, it is THE food, everything else is just a side dish.

BREAD (this easy recipe comes from my grandmother, Rose Petersen and makes 2 LOAVES of BREAD)

6c flour (3 c whole wheat/3 c white, can also add 1/2 c of flax or wheat germ) 
2T yeast
4T sugar
4T oil
2t salt
2½ c lukewarm water

Combine 4 c of flour, yeast, sugar, and salt. You can activate the yeast by putting it in the warm water for 2 minutes before hand, but this isn’t always needed, I just do it if my yeast is old or if I’ve been having some problems with my bread rising.
Add oil and water.
Mix  in additional 2 c of flour until the bread is the correct consistency. It should be pulling away from the bowl, and starting to look “elastic.” I then turn it onto a floured surface and knead it adding more flour until it is no longer sticky, and has a nice appearance.
Place in greased plastic bowl, cover with towel and allow to rise. Dough should double in size (approximately 1 hour)
Shape the dough as you wish. My favorite is to make three long pieces of dough, and then braid them together.
Let the loaves rise again (approximately 30 minutes)
Brush beaten egg on the top of the loaves and sprinkle with sesame seeds, dried rosemary, or poppy seeds if you wish.
Bake in a 350 F (170 C) oven for about 60 minutes, or until golden brown. If you are unsure if the loaf is done in the inside you can tap it, if it sounds faintly hollow, it’s done.

APPLESAUCE

Apples (roughly 1/2 lb–we just use small tart local apples, but sweeter ones would work too)
Copious amounts of Cinnamon

Peel, core, and slice the apples. Boil in enough water to cover them until mushy. Put the apples in your blender with as much cinnamon as you like, some of the water to thin it, and then blend away. You can also put the apples in a large wooden bowl, and mash them with the removable end of your rolling pin (or a fancy tool specially created for this purpose). If you have a fine mesh sieve, you can boil the apples with the peels on (you won’t lose as many vitamins), and mash them through the sieve. Depending on the apples, you won’t need any sugar.

PEANUT BUTTER

Shelled, Raw Peanuts

Toast your raw peanuts in a fry pan or in your oven (make sure you pay attention to them in the oven–they’ll burn in about 5 minutes and get totally black in 7). Put them in the dry mill of your blender (this thing is the best invention ever. We grind our coffee in it, we can grind spices in it, we make peanut butter), or maybe in a food processor and then blend away. In about 2 minutes it will turn into a nice peanut butter. Salt not needed. Oil not needed. We used to take the papery skins off the peanuts before blending, but found that the taste difference was so small that it wasn’t worth the work (I’m a very lazy cook).

 

 

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curious george town

Posted in Transportation on Jul 17th, 2009 | Discuss This Post

Everytime I open up “Curious George Gets a Job” to read to G, I love looking at this picture. It’s odd how close to our little town it is. I guess there are similarities between cities in Indonesia, and 1940’s New York City.

kota curious george

  1. Becak (Bicycle Cart): a little more expensive way of getting around town.
  2. Susu (Milk) Truck: we have our milk delivered to us too, but it’s by a guy in a motorcycle truck.
  3. Sampah (Trash): There is a guy who pushes a cart and collects our trash every other day or so.
  4. Angkota/Mikrolet: The local town transportation. $ .20 to go most anywhere.
  5. Sepeda Motor/Ojek: we mostly ride motorcycles everywhere. In our new town we’ll be able to hire a motorcycle driver to take us short distances.
  6. Taksi: They don’t have any in here in our town, but the next place we are going to move to will. They are just really expensive.
  7. Dokar (Horse Cart): G especially loves taking a horse cart places.
  8. Mobil pemadam kebakaran (firetruck): I’ve never seen one, but heard that one of our friends was side swiped by one and had to go to the hospital, so there must be some around. Since our houses are mostly made of brick (termites eat all the wood), there isn’t as much worry of fire.

But than again there are many differences. It’s fun to think of the similarities for a minute though.

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happy anniversary to us

Posted in G-man, Medicine on Jul 12th, 2009 | Discuss This Post

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Wasn’t it inevitable? Michael and I decided to go away for the night to celebrate our 6th anniversary. This was our first night without G, but we left him in the capable hands of our house helpers. They watch him every day while we are in school so they know the drill, know the house, and even do a load of laundry or two while babysitting. Not to mention the fact that G gets along with them really well. As we were sitting down to dinner, I got a phone call that G had fallen down, had a small cut, and “boleh dijahit di bidan sistwanti (can he be stiched at the midwife’s?).”  To which I replied: “No. First call our friends so they can stop by and decide if he needs stitches or just super glue.” I would rather him not go  through the trauma of facial sutures without me. We jumped on our motorbike for a quick and cold 30 minute ride back to the house. We pulled into the driveway just in time to tuck him into bed after convincing him to take off his blood soaked shirt (he was kind of proud of it). It really must have been quite a crime scene as there were blood stains everywhere. We tried to assure the ladies that they had done a wonderful job. And when all was settled down here, we reluctantly returned to finish our uneaten dinner, and enjoy our already paid for cabin.

We got back early this morning and let our helpers go home and rest. I think they are way more traumatized than G. We opened up his bandages this morning to see that he maybe should have been sewn after all, but we’ve got a butterfly on it hoping that will help. Good thing he’s a boy, and boys consider scars cool (or so I’m told).

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Newsletter: Fall 2009

Posted in Newsletter on Jul 8th, 2009 | Discuss This Post
Fall 2009