In yesterday’s post I mentioned that the children in our group had requested our next destination… their wish was granted and this lead to us trailing the figures of the three older girls as they raced ahead in the direction of the Café situated by the jetty that the ferry that bought us here docked at.
Once we catch them up we find that they are still itching to go swimming, but we find that swimming is not allowed directly in front of the café, partly because of the ferry and boat traffic that frequent this particular stretch of water.
Since all three of the girls have their swimming diploma’s they can go around the corner to a quieter stretch of water and swim as much as they can until the food we have ordered is ready. The Dad’s take turns to keep an eye on them whilst I take a seat at a table and look after the two smaller boys.
They have to be restrained from climbing onto
several all of the boats parked nearby and so they then entertain themselves by throwing a little plastic boat with the string on it into the water as far as they can, dragging it along the dock and then hauling it out ready for the next throw. Making sure they keep hold of the string so they don’t loose the boat but also manage to not follow it into the water when they throw it, is a small chore that keeps me busy until the distraction of food arrives.
The chosen fare are the ever favourites of toasted sandwiches and the very Dutch ”bitterballen” (literally ‘bitter balls”) which is a little misleading because they are not bitter in flavour at all, but rather the name derives because they were traditionally served with the alcoholic drink of ”bitters”.
Basically to make bitterballen, you cook meat in herbs and spices, shred it, mix it into a stiff white sauce, coat it in an egg and breadcrumb mixture and then deep fry them. Traditionally the are served with mustard too, although it isn’t to everyone’s taste.
As the food is served the older girls come running back, having worked up an appetite and keen to devour everything in sight. In fact the boys lay waste to a very decent stack of toasted sandwiches too, and the kids wolf down a second round of orders as well, so clearly the fresh air does them plenty of good.