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October 19, 2017

Cinnamon Ice-Cream!, …Who Knew? (Apparently Everyone Except Me)

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It’s my last post of this series from Breda. Himself’s mother had a life long friend who had one child.

The two families spent so much time together when the children were young that it was like Himself’s family acquired an extra sibling, and for the girl in the other family, like she gained two proxy brothers and sisters.

The people you spend a lot of time with whilst growing up have a special bond that remains with you all of your  life.

I have of course met the family often during my married life, but this is the first time I have been to the smaller house that the mother down-sized to from her large central city property.

The home is light and airy and the dining room table is close to French doors that open out into the garden.

The mother and daughter potter around in the kitchen preparing a delicious vegetable curry. In fact it was so good that we were all busy tucking in and I forgot to get photographs.Dessert was simple; fresh fruit and ice-cream, and a surprise was in store: ‘Kaneel‘ (cinnamon) flavoured ice-cream! I have never heard of this so asked it was a local specialty, to be greeted with a laugh, it turns out it was ‘local’ in that it came from their local supermarket, and the biggest national chain supermarket at that!  It just goes to show how much time I spend in supermarkets these days. One day I will get around to having an on-line grocery order delivered so that not all of the grocery shopping burden falls on Himself’s shoulders. After dinner we make our way home, a wonderful weekend day out being had by all.

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September 28, 2017

You Only Have A Hefty Supermarket Bill To Loose…

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I love to use root ginger in my cooking, there is nothing better in a stir-fry or a curry.

I have several pet peeves about the stuff though when it comes to the practical side of things.

Who of us can say we are not guilty of buying some ginger for a recipe we are making, using a centimeter or two of it and then leaving the remainder in the fridge until it dries up and withers?

During the time of our gingers demise we glance at it with “good intentions” of using it, but it doesn’t go into our pasta or potato dish so our good intentions gather dust.

Eventually the now offending piece is unceremoniously scooped out from the bottom of the veggie bin and thrown out as we or our families lecture about food waste and we swear we will not ever do it again. Until next time.

For a long time I stored my root ginger immersed in a jar of sherry. The two flavours go very well together and would fuse, adding a wonderful extra level of flavour to marinades, and whenever you needed a spoonful of sherry in something it’s ginger accompaniment would make it shine. My mother used this method for years and never had a problem but for some reason I have had a layer of mold form at the top of my jars,  I stopped using this storage method. Then a friend suggested her method: peel the ginger and store it in a plastic bag in the freezer, grate from frozen whenever you need it. Seemed ideal, but I quickly found that my fingers do not function well when stuck to a stone cold piece of ginger and in charge of an uber sharp micro grater.

Then comes the biggest and not insignificant problem with root ginger. It has all of these tiny little nodules that stick out from the main root, I loath to waste them but at the same time they are a pain in the butt to peel and grate.

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I also have to be brutally honest; at base level, I am lazy, both the freezer and sherry storage methods require hard word right at a moment when I want it least: in the middle of cooking a meal.

It’s hard to get enthusiastic about peeling and grating awkward bits of ginger whilst pots are boiling over, the oven timer is pinging incessantly, the pain in my foot is killing me, a kid decides to get under my feet wanting to rummage in the fridge in my nano-sized galley kitchen, half of the groceries are still needing unpacking on the bench so I am desperately short of space to work in and I am turning the kitchen over for the fresh garlic I had in my hands minutes ago but can now not find for love nor money.

I need a root ginger storage system designed for a very lazy me.  Now I think I may have found it.  We get a lot of our vegetables at the Haagse markt, and in doing so have made a very big dent in our food bill.

Last Saturday Himself arrived home with a bag of root ginger and a question: ” Guess how much this lot was?” Several seriously off course guesses later he told triumphantly told me; “Three Euros!”. Wow… that would be the price of just the largest piece at the supermarket. What a brilliant find !!! Now I had to deal with the stuff. I blocked off the entire kitchen by hauling up  a chair, and armed with a veggie peeler and a knife, set to work. It was slow but mindless work, I took several tea breaks and one nap during the process but liked that no real concentration was involved so no stress.

The pile of peelings grew steadily larger as I tried to save as much of the ginger as possible.  My food processing machine took out the hard graft of grating for me and in doing a bulk amount, justified the extra washing up.I had some plastic inserts from a special biscuit (cookie) tray in my cupboard, intending to using when next making my chocolates. Having made them last well over a year ago I am kidding myself, so these became freezer containers instead.

I packed the ginger in and added some water to seal and hold it together. The rest was such a large quantity that I put it into a zip-lock bag, added a little water and then froze it flat. Later I can cut or break off a chunk of this ginger and put it to thaw ready-grated into my stir-fry pan and curry spice mixes.

Added to the fact that this bag of ginger cost literally  next to nothing, we also save a bomb when prices skyrocket in winter no matter where you want to buy it. Yes, it’s all the preparation work in one day, but I found this far less frustrating than trying to prep miniscule amounts at moments when I am tired and cooking is enough of a job for me to manage. If you have a local market / farmers market / market garden where you can stock up on veggies and things like this, I can not recommend it highly enough.  Take leeks for instance: supermarket sells them priced per leek, market stall sells bunch of leeks for the same price… or less!  You will save a shocking amount of money in a very short amount of time. If you can, then go do it… you only have a hefty supermarket bill to loose.

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Landmarks in Den Haag (The Hague): The Haagse Markt… Part 2.
Landmarks in The Hague: The Haagse Markt…

September 26, 2017

An Unexpected Favourite Hidden In The Core…

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You never know when you will discover some new gem right under your nose.

Broccoli is a vegetable I love and the smaller stalks at the top always get thrown into the pot or steamer with the florets.

Then I was cutting broccoli a few years ago and just out of curiosity, instead of  just cutting off the biggest stalk and throwing it away, I decided to investigate it further.

Trimming off the outer woody edges and removing the already open dirty end, I was left with a firm, fresh core of the stalk. I cut off a small piece and tried it.

This tasted seriously good and from this moment I have never looked back. Since then I have added finely cut broccoli stalk cores to salads, soups, stews and of course used them along with broccoli as a general vegetable.

I would completely recommend that people try this, the taste is fresh and subtle and it’s often now my favourite part of the vegetable. I like that I am also cutting down on food waste, one small (or sometimes not so small) broccoli stalk at a time!  Please give this a go and let me know what you think about the taste, and see if like me, you now find the inside of a broccoli stalk to be one of your new and surprising favourites.

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August 16, 2017

“La Place” Takes It’s Place As A Dutch Favourite…

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The weather in the Netherlands can be fickle, and one of my trips to Gouda was no different.

Having looked around the Waag and whilst inside at the “VVV” (Visitor information office) the heavens opened and it poured torrents.

After waiting a few minutes and seeing that the showers were not going to let up quickly, I decided that it would be a good moment to stop for lunch.

A phone call to Himself  let me know that Little Mr was far from finished at the Lego shop so I should get something for myself and we would join up later.

Feeling tired, I literally wheeled myself into the nearest place available: “la Place” located next door.

La Place” (pronounced: la plass)  is well known to Dutch locals,  since it was the long time restaurant / café section of the more than one hundred year old “V&D” (Vroom & Dreesmann) department store chain. Sadly the rise of internet shopping and cheaper (especially clothing) shops meant that the main V&D business went bankrupt in 2016. The restaurant /café section however had always been popular and profitable so was sold off as and continues as a separate entity.

I therefore knew the “brand” well, and an early lunch there was most welcome. Having omitted to have breakfast I opted for a meatball sandwich and a small portion of fries, neither of which I had had in mind when I went in, and can’t quite explain why I ordered. (I went in for a “brodje gezond and a fresh orange juice”, so go figure). It didn’t matter because both were excellent and the staff were brilliant, carrying everything to my table and checking if everything was ok, rather than let me balance a tray on my lap in the wheelchair. Since the main lunchtime rush had not begun and my table was close to the cashier, I could even get my money out at the table and they bought my change back to me there. I did stand to take most of the photographs, since my seated level didn’t give me as nearly a good view. I would go back any time, both food and service were brilliant. This chain is still in business all around the Netherlands and with a very decent range of very reasonably priced food it deserves it’s reputation as a perennial dutch favourite.

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June 20, 2017

Of Course We Ate More Than We Intended…

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You know the feeling when you have eaten too much but everything looks so amazing that you are tempted to take something more?

That pretty much describes our breakfast on the second morning at Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Bilderberg in the summer of 2016.
Located in Garderen in the heart of the Veluwe, a lovely wooded and as close to “national park” area you will get in a tiny crowded country like the Netherlands, this a wonderfully quiet place to wake up in.

I’d taken a zillion photographs of the breakfast buffet before I set out to see the Sand Sculpture festival the day before, our mega early rising meant that we were some of the first guests to arrive, something I took full advantage of as my camera shutter got busy.

Sunday’s breakfast was altogether a different affair. We slept in, (which for Himself, means rising at 7:00 a.m. instead of 5:00 a.m.) Being a “normal” person I slept on for another hour, finding Himself already showered, dressed and reading a book in the early morning sun on the outside of our ground floor French doors.

By the time we kicked ourselves into action and entered the breakfast room it was crowded. This time I focused my camera on a few things that took my fancy.

I liked how they stood the eggs up in a bed of salt, the tiny dished for guests to scoop out hagelslag (chocolate sprinkles) so that they could take it to their table and assemble it there. Just past Reception I saw a display of local beers, and whilst I detest the stuff the labels are intriguing and I take snaps to show to our beer loving friends.

Himself picked out a few to take back and try, and a few as gifts, I contented myself with photos. For some reason I am drawn to taking photographs of bread, even before I started this blog, the allure of a cracked crust dusted in flour has been irristable.

Bread therefore features heavily in this post, and also jars filled with “things various”, a strange mix of everything from bulgur to sundried tomatoes. Breakfast itself was as delicious as the day before, I would love to have someone set up this buffet for me at home every day, Luckily for my waistline this is definitely a dream. Himself and I of course ate more than we intended, don’t we all when the delicacies are laid out so invitingly? The it was back to the room to pack the bag and get onto the road. We have an unusual destination in mind.

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Garderen – Veluwe / Hotel Bilderberg Group

June 19, 2017

This Was A Delicious Surprise!

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Following yesterdays post, Himself and I were in Garderen in the east of the country for a quiet weekend away.

I had spent Saturday touring the Sand Sculpture festival, with the aid of a wheelchair, managing to see everything from start to finish.

Himself  first enjoyed a long walk in the forests of the Veluwe and then hired a bike from the hotel and cycled to the birthplace of his mother, some 17 kms away, did some touring and sightseeing and had the sort of hours alone that is impossible to achieve at home.

After I’d taken a nap we went for dinner in the  Hotel ’t Speulderbos of the Bilderberg Group, where we were staying. The dinner we had enjoyed the evening before set a very high standard so we were intrigued to see what was on offer this evening.

Having discovered the Oklahoma smoker,  (my latest addition of “kitchen equipment” on my “If I won the lottery” list .. forget shoes!) we then had the terrible dilemma of everything looking so good that we didn’t know where to start.

Inside was laid out an extensive buffet of salads, hot and cold side dishes, most of the meat and fish of course coming from the smoker, some of the veggie dishes too (the courgettes and corn were amazing).

The outside tables were packed full when we arrived so we sat inside, but since we were late arrivals the crowed thinned out allowing me to take photographs of the food without disturbing other diners.

The only error I made was to leave the photographs of the desert buffet until later. The diners had made excellent inroads into these delicious specimens, I had only one photograph of anything “whole” and that was a new desert that was place there just as I came to take photos.

One small detail as the “Kiwi” in me did a double take, I thought I saw a Pavlova amongst the desserts! My heart soared! Then I realised it was actually a Baked Alaska, and that foamy- marshmallow-look was actually vanilla ice cream. My heart sank, but not for long because the Baked Alaska was divine too. The food was amazing, not only did I covert the Oklahoma smoker, Himself and I wanted to steal the chefs as well! It’s not often that I would return somewhere on the globe solely for the food, this is one of those places.

Himself and I agreed that we would not hesitate to return to this hotel, or any others in this same Bilderberg chain.The staff were friendly and helpful to a level that pleasantly surprised us, our later arrival and dinner the evening before was no problem, the one and only glitch was that I could not get my laptop on line, even multiple attempts by the willing and able staff at Reception were fruitless.

As you know, bloggers are lost without their beloved internet connections but actually Himself and I enjoyed our evening so much I didn’t miss it at all.  This was a meal much enjoyed and Himself and I have discovered a new “favourite” place to come for  treat. With locations throughout the Netherlands, who knows where we will be traveling to in the future. The chefs here are far above the standard that  Himself and I often experience, it’s safe to say that this was a delicious surprise!

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Garderen – Veluwe / Hotel Bilderberg Group

June 18, 2017

I Discover The Oklahoma Smoker…

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After my day out at the 2016 Garderen Sand Sculpture I went to bed back at our hotel for a good rest.

Later after freshening up, Himself and I made our way to the restaurant for a late dinner.

The chef that evening was cooking outside on a huge beast of a barbeque, which I learned was called an Oklahoma smoker.

The helpful chef didn’t mind that I was interested and explained that the smoker works by stoking up the small firebox at the end of the unit.

There is a small duct that lets the heat from the firebox enter the main chamber, the airflow of which gives both upward and downward heat.

In fact, so much heat is generated that a second smoking chamber of food can be cooked there too.

The chef told me that he cooks things like steaks and hamburger patties in the first chamber, and is tonight cooking salmon in the second one. The smoker is constructed from a heavy metal material which is well insulated to keep the heat in and by stoking the fire in the firebox you can regulate the heat as you wish. Forget that I don’t even have a garden to put on in: as a foodie I am drooling over the thought of ever owning one of these!!!

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos / Garderen – Veluwe / Hotel Bilderberg Group

April 28, 2017

Breakfast And Babysitting… An Excellent Way To Start The Day.

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The Saturday morning of our Garderen weekend away, Himself and I were up bright and early as to make the best of the day.

In the Hotel ’t Speulderbos Bilderberg breakfast room of the  hotel it was still quiet and we almost had the place to ourselves, so I took photographs, then Himself helped me get a plate to eat and we sat down.

We were just finishing when the room fulled almost completely: clearly we just missed breakfast rush hour.

Himself wanted extra coffee and went off to get it, but by now there was quite a queue so he wasn’t so quickly back. In the meantime I noticed a lady alone at a close by table who had a restless baby on her lap.

It was also very clear the she hadn’t managed to grab much to eat, and she had nothing to drink so I went over and asked if she was alone or expecting a partner or husband to arrive.

She was English and told me that their toddler son had had a terrible night and that her husband had walked the floor with him trying to get him to sleep, the two of them were now soundly asleep in their room, but now the baby was awake and a bundle of energy. The lady looked really tired, so I asked if she would mind if I sat with the baby whilst she got a proper breakfast. I told her that a lady with crutches was hardly going to sprint away with her baby, that I had two kids now older who in their early days had given us more than our fair share of sleepless nights and a helping hand would have been most welcome.

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She looked me up and down and must have decided I looked honest because she handed me her daughter and went off to get a proper plate of food and a hot drink.

I’m positive she probably kept an eye on me from afar to make sure anyway. Himself returned rather surprised to find me a short distance away from our table, holding a baby, who was fine with some conversation, smiles and a cuddle.

I explained, and the lady returned, expecting me to give the baby back right away.

Since I was sitting at her table anyway, I reminded her that eating anything with a wiggling baby on your lap is really hard, the baby was fine, so she should eat with two hands whilst she had the chance.

She looked surprised and relieved, and seeing for herself that her daughter was comfortable, managed to enjoy her breakfast.

They were only staying one night in Garderen, but she was very grateful for the unexpected help. After everyone had finished we wished her an excellent day and a nice trip in the Netherlands. Personally I think human beings should all help one another when we can, and that if you have your eyes open then there are plenty of opportunities to do so… and many small things like this are easy to do.

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos in Garderen / Bilderberg chain / The Veluwe / The Netherlands

April 27, 2017

A Fabulous Evening And A Seriously Good Meal…

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Arriving at the Bilderburg Hotel’t Speulderbos in the Veluwe last year, Himself and I headed into the dining room before it closed for the evening.

As late arrivals we headed in to find it almost completely full, but most of the diners had left by the time our entrée was finished.

We discovered later that there was a very large group staying at the hotel this weekend who were keeping to a schedule so clearly they arrived at roughly the same time earlier in the evening.

It was wonderful to enjoy a more sophisticated dinner, and to have conversation uninterrupted. Without the need to drive home, Himself could enjoy wine and an after-dinner cognac.

Having been busy packing bags for ourselves and the kids, the afternoon had been busy; I’d skipped lunch and Himself, a habitually early riser at around 5:00 a.m. usually has an early lunch so we were very hungry when we sat down to eat.Both of us enjoyed three courses, the food was fabulous and we were pleasantly surprised at how high the standard was.  I had fish, Himself had beef and everything was cooked to perfection.  It was a fabulous meal, well enjoyed.

Afterwards we stopped at the Reception desk so that Himself could sort out hiring a bike for the next day, whilst he was busy I spied a wooden box filled with small brown paper bags.  Although they were labelled “Veluwse Sprokkelhoutjes” (Veluwse tinder) and “Veluwse Zwienenkeutelties” (Wild boar poo), they were in fact bags of sweets (candy). Back in our room Himself caught a glimpse of a large frog on the path outside. I tried to get a photograph but only succeeded in a blurry blob because it was too dark.  My night photography skills leave a lot to be desired!

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Hotel ’t Speulderbos in Garderen / Bilderberg chain / The Veluwe / The Netherlands

April 4, 2017

Eating At “Storm Aan Zee”, When There Is A Storm On The Sea …

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We have arrived on the side of Den Helder opposite the port.

It was the 2016 Easter weekend and we have just come off the ferry from Texel, where we have spent the weekend with two sets of friends.

Kiwi Daughter is travelling in the other car rented by one set of friends, the other friend and her daughter are travelling with the rest of us in our car.

Because I never eat before a boat trip, I am now feeling more than a little peckish, the others, who did have breakfast, are hungry again since it is lunch time, so although the place we have come to see is literally meters away, the concessions is that a lunch break is in order first.

The eatery for that lunch is “Storm aan Zee” (Storm on the Sea) and there can hardly be a more appropriate name for it on a day like this.

We, and others battle the wind for a cosy place inside and are soon sitting down for toasted sandwiches, fries, hot chocolates, teas and coffees. The place is decked out from top to toe in nautical and Dutch items: the stone Bols genever bottles, ropes, old kettles etc. The food and service were excellent: our party arrived in dribs and drabs but putting Kiwi Daughters food and drinks by our earlier bill was no problem (Dutch cafe’s and restaurants are rarely in the habit of splitting bills: that’s usually for the customers to take care off.

The wood stove looks like just the thing on a colder winter’s day, and there are some quirky seating, like small sheepskin rugs on a few of the seats in place of cushions. It’s not the sheepskin rug seat covers have have us all giggling however…

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