Local Heart, Global Soul

November 20, 2015

Wow! I’ve Found My Desert Island Meal…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Earlier in the year we went away for a long weekend to the Landal Colderhoven holiday park in the Veluwe.

We left after the Friday school day and after negotiating the weekend traffic, arrived in the early evening.

The kids had a few tiny snacks in the car but we limited them, wanting them to eat a decent dinner once we arrived.

The suitcases had hardly hit the bedroom floors in the holiday house when the cries of hunger were emitted in earnest from my offspring and Little Mr’s friend who has joined us for the weekend.

There is a restaurant on-site at the park and we decide to leave the unpacking for later and head over for a meal. To our surprise the place is almost packed to capasity already, but we ask if they perhaps have a table for our group of five without a reservation and breathe a huge sigh of relief when they say yes. In the next fifteen minutes or so, the place is full and people arriving without a reservation are being turned away, so we have been very lucky. As usual I tell our waitress about my allergies and it turns out that there are quite a few dishes featuring mushrooms so she highly recommends the Japanese salmon entree to go with my schnitzel main course. All of the meals were delicious, far better than the other Landal Parks we have been to, but the absolute highlight of the menu was without doubt the Japanese salmon entree.

It arrived in a preserving jar with a layer of smoke still visible in the jar, the idea was to let that “rest” and disappear and only open the jar once the smoke had gone, in the meantime there was a small side salad with a pipette containing the dressing (both amazing) and the preserving jar rested on slivers of length-wise shaved cucumber marinated in vinegar and sugar. Opening the jar reveals the softest and tastiest fish I have had in all my life, and it was so good I think I could easily name it as one of only three things I would take to eat on a desert island, or in my top three meals of all time. This is seriously good. In fact I would persuade Himself to go back to this park on the basis of this dish alone. Needless to say the meal was a hit, the two smallest kids demolished the “Bollo” meals which arrived far earlier than meals chosen from the adult menu and they both disappeared off to the large bouncy mat that was a short distance away and in sight of our table. How they could bounce on full stomachs don’t ask me, but they managed to entertain themselves on the play equipment until it was time for dessert.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

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