Local Heart, Global Soul

July 11, 2013

Look How Your Garden Grows! …We Finish Up With A Delicious Mess (Eaton Mess That Is!)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Last week I posted about the novelty and luxury it is for us to be able to sit in a private garden.

Since we went back to Veere for a second visit last weekend, I am able to update you on how much can change in the space of two months.

The temperatures have risen drastically in the Netherlands in the last week enabling us to swap our winter jackets for light shirts and a sun umbrella,  the flowers around the seating area have burst into bloom.

Due to Himself’s hard work the hedge has had it’s energetic growth chopped back into trimmed neatness, and we can enjoy  drinks and and al fresco lunch in a beautiful setting.

Our friend is a fellow Foodie so produced a delicious home-made salad.

Later in the early evening it was decided that we should eat before the journey home, so we polished off the leftover salad with a new accompaniment of  “veldsla”  and sliced chorizo and some excellent cherry tomatoes that our friend bought locally at a roadside stall.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Since I’ve never eaten veldsla anywhere else except The Netherlands, I have to confess I had not idea what it might be called in English. A Google search tells me it’s called “lamb’s lettuce”, so I’ve just added something new to my culinary knowledge.

We indulged in ice cream after lunch (no photos,  rapidly melting ice cream in 27 C heat begs to be eaten not photographed) but after dinner our friend brings out a surprise: He’s made a Mess. (Eaton Mess to be precise).

Eaton Mess is an English recipe whereby pieces of meringue are mixed into freshly whipped cream, and summer berries, in our case, strawberries and since our friend fancied a little experimentation with the recipe: pomegranate seeds. He only added half of  the seeds whole, the rest he made into a juicy pulp and mixed in to give extra flavour to the cream.

It was a perfect dessert for a hot summer’s day and I busted my healthy-eating-low-sugar- diet for a day so that I could enjoy it without guilt. I was however back on the no-sugar wagon the next day.  A little indulgence in a beautiful setting…  and the ironic thought that the garden was no longer a mess, but what we were enjoying at the table certainly was. A very tasty mess indeed!

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Little Mr. took this photo of his “step” (I think you call it a “scooter” in English)

(photograph © Little Mr.)

Our friend has these little leaded weights that clip onto the tablecloth to stop the wind blowing it off… I liked the mix of form and function.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Little Mr.)

Eaton Mess…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

February 28, 2012

Jackson’s Seriously Good Pies at Cookies and Cream…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

This is Kiwidutch’s account of my recent travels  to New Zealand.

We were there during December 2011-Janurary 2012 and I arrived back in the Netherlands with a laptop bursting with jottings and more photographs than I thought my hard-drive could handle.

Now I’m busy making order of it all and taking you on a guided tour of our adventures.

So, before we were rather rudely interupted by a cluster of large earthquakes …we had spent the morning of 23rd December picking peas with friends.

Afterwards they had some family appointments to keep and I needed a rest back at the B&B, but before that Himself and the kids remembered that breakfast had been some time ago and in spite of eating a ton of fresh peas, they were hungry.

Two days earlier when we had gone on a failed raspberry hunt, but ended up pea picking here for the first time we made a serendipitous discovery.

It came about because Himself had bought one tiny plastic container of raspberries before leaving the raspberry place … and once Kiwi Daughter had custody of them in the rear of the van they didn’t stand a chance.

She offered to share with me, but since I heard Little Mr.  giggling I was quick enough to ask first how many were left?

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Four” she said… then a muffled with her mouth full… “mmmn …thwee.

Clearly she was enjoying them a lot, so she got to polish off the rest.

This sudden lack of summer fruit spurred me to ask Himself to pull over at the next road-side place so that I could buy some to take back to the B&B with us.

This is how we ended up in a car park that by happen-chance also featured a little coffee kiosk called “Coffee and Cream”.

It took me a little while to buy apricots, peaches and cherries that I intended to go in for, as well as the cuccumbers, apples and tomatoes that I ended up adding to my basket, so when I got back to the van it was no surpise to find that our little natives were rather restless.

Little Mr had spotted an ice-cream sign by the little coffee kiosk and was practicing his best pleading face, and Kiwi Daughter had spied something else … pies for sale!

Now, these are not  pies in any dessert sense of pies (at least not in the North American sense of what a “Pie” might be).. these are savoury pies and the fillings of these in New Zealand are traditionally things like: steak, mince (ground beef), bacon and egg, or chicken.

The filling is usually either  a puff or rough puff pastry case, topped with a pastry lid and a Kiwi Pie  is an excellent treat when you are eating on the fly.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

As luck would have it this kiosk  turned out to have a range of gourmet pies… so there were also fillings like venison in the range.

Himself bagged one of those and the rest of us opted for steak or mince and Himself grabbed a coffee and we opted for water.

Well, what a revelation! As you might imagine there are pies and there are pies… quality varies as do prices. These were not the cheapest but they are amazing, definiately some of the best I have ever tasted.

Himself too was very impressed… and to his amazment and delight he even got a European style coffee that was decently strong to go with it. Yum!

The lady behind the kiosk counter was festively attired and super friendly.

After we finished our pies we headed back for the ice-cream that the kids had been promised and told her that we loved the pies… she was really pleased and even more pleased when we said we would be sure to return.

And return we did, two days later on the 23rd and about three more times during our time in Christhurch before heading up north to see more family and friends. The lady remembered us and was delighted we kept coming back…

To add to the delight of our taste buds there were also a selection of  oh la la ( …very) sweet treat: , cream buns and a caramel sort of choclate slice that I strongly suspect that Himself has secretly fallen in love with.

We indulged and wow, if you are going to take the plunge and indulge then be sure to indulge like this…. deliciously decadent!

(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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