By now, I’m starting to feel full but a trip to the markets wouldn’t be complete without a cornet of oliebollen. ‘Tien, alstublieft’ I say to the vendor. She takes an ice-cream scoop and plops ten balls of fresh dough into the boiling oil, waits a few minutes and then scoops them into a paper cone and douses them with icing sugar. My boyfriend and I stick our forks into one eagerly, cursorily blow on it a few times and bite into it with glee. ‘Ooo, argh, hot!’ we both yelp.