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April 20, 2017

There’s Nothing Fishy About This Next Exhibition… Or Is There?

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Somehow when we arrived at Fort Kijkduin I had a few preconceived ideas about what we would see.

History? Check? Exhibits? Check. An Aquarium?… Ch…

Wait, What!?

The wonderful surprise that I discovered in Fort Kijkduin is that it houses a massive aquarium, and all sorts of fish.

First on display is a walk through tunnel where, separated by a thick perspex wall, fish swim over our heads, and to our left and right.

I have no idea exactly how intelligent fish are but there are some fish here that appear to have a “personality”, because they are right up against the perspex, following us as we move, seemingly keeping eye contact.

Are they waiting for a selfie? Trying to strike up a conversation? Who knows? It’s a wonderful surprise and completely unexpected since I had not read any brochures or known about this place in advance. I have special thanks for our friends who found this attraction, this activity is spot on for everybody!

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We can see through the tank to the Fort’s walls on the other side. Viewed through the water, it makes an interesting pattern…

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The fish in the right hand corner seemed unusually attentive…

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Den Helder: Fort Kijkduin / The Netherlands

November 18, 2014

Can We Have Chips With These?

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You know I love quirky things: seen on English motorway, a truck carrying one of the strangest cargo’s I’ve ever seen (and it’s headed towards the sea, but maybe that’s just a coincidence). We have a giggle and tease about pulling them over and cheekily asking of we could have chips with these please?

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October 10, 2014

Eating Out That Ends Up As Win-Win On Many Levels…

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I never thought I could enjoy a holiday in a large camping ground, packed with hundreds of  caravans, tents, static caravans and campers.

Himself and I are definitely “off the beaten track” kind of people, we love nothing better than getting away from the tourist traps, eating where the locals do and inhaling as much of the local culture as possible.

Ok, that last bit sounds a little bit wrong… rest assured we aren’t smoking anything, but rather trying to get the real flavour of somewhere new by blending in with the locals whenever possible.

That’s been easier on some occasions than others, Himself’s height often captivates peoples attention and instantly  marks us out as tourists but his passion for languages quickly puts people at ease because nothing stuns a little Portuguese /French/ German farmer more than a gigantic Dutchman asking for directions to a good local restaurant in very decent Portuguese / French or German. Of course now that we have children, and even worse picky children who fuss over what they will or won’t eat, “going local”  has had to be curtailed to some degree, but I am proud that despite my kids frustratingly difficult culinary habits, we have never ever eaten at certain fast food burger chain restaurants.

Personally  I’m not a huge fan of pizza places either but that’s only because I’m probably one of the small percentage of people who never really got a pizza habit, unlike the rest of my family for whom the words “Italian Restaurant ” are a little piece of magic promising pizza and pasta and upon which they would live happily three hundred and sixty five days of the year.

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I was therefore in two minds about our decision to eat at the Pizzeria located on site at the Sandy Balls camp site . The rest of the family were relishing the idea but I wasn’t feeling the love for either pasta or pizza and wasn’t particularly looking forward to looking at a menu for the “least worst”  option.

Imagine my delight when we discovered that the pizzeria said it would be no problem for me to have fish and chips!

Now I’m not one hundred percent certain if it was on their own menu or if they collaborated with the snack bar close by, but we managed to get a meal where everyone got what they fancied on the day.

Kiwi Daughter even ditched her original pizza plans for fish and chips too, (by working out that she could get pizza “any time” at home but that fish and chips were a treat that we could only get in the UK or when back in New Zealand). Little Mr even wrangled the dreaded chicken nuggets out of us, I’ve long since banned Himself from buying them at home but we have a rule that on holiday we are allowed a treat, a rule that Little Mr is exploiting as much as he can humanly manage.

Himself  naturally went for the pasta option, Kiwi Daughter and I got a piece of fish each and then shared a portion of chips and the kids had shushies for drinks and ice-cream  for desert. Every one was happy, and Himself could even enjoy a glass of wine because he didn’t have to drive back. Win, Win.

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July 21, 2014

By Chance And Good Luck, We Order The Best Fish I Have Ever Eaten…

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Himself, Little Mr and I are exploring Palio Trikeri Island at the end of the Pelion Peninsula in Greece.

The boat trip was only about ten minutes long and we find ourselves in the heart of the village and since it’s now lunch time, getting very hungry.

This is a retrospective post, we were there at the end of October 2012 and it was the very end of the tourist season, we see a couple leaving one of the outside restaurant tables who look like they are on some sort of walking tour, but for the rest we appear to be the only “non-locals” in sight.

Just before  reached the island we thought we might walk a little bit and then sit and get a bite to eat but the sight of food makes our tummies rumble and the plan quickly changes to eating first and walking later.

There are several restaurants open but on a whim we choose the one that the previous couple just left. It’s been trying to rain off and on, but the weather is easing considerably as we enquire about a meal and by the time we have finished it”s completely dry. The temperature even in the last week of October is still  a respectably warm 26 C (78.8 F)  and the outside seating area is covered, so even if it would have been drizzling a tiny bit it still would have been comfortable outside.

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We order the Greek equivalent of “fish and chips” for little Mr., the fish comes whole and un-filleted, so I had to pick as much of the fish off the bones for him, which kind of worked, in reality he mostly ended up eating a lot of French fries.

Himself’s dish came with deep fried squid and mine was a different fish on the menu to Little Mr., also deep fried.

We shared a large salad together and Himself had a yearning for some beans and tzatziki and got an extra hummus dish on the side as bonus .

(he’s not sure if it came with the larger dish he ordered, if it was an entrée or if whatever the lady said in broken English he just randomly agreed to) but however we got it, it was delicious.

I have to say now that my fish, although it had bones in it too, is definitely best fish dish I have ever eaten in my life. The fish “batter” was of a thin-ish consistency, it’s super crunchy and the flavour was drool-worthy.  This is the kind of meal that you find yourself wishing you’d eaten  two portions of, even if you were not actually hungry after the first one was finished.

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This is the kind of meal you want to eat more of  in gluttonous fashion simply because you don’t want the magic to end.

After initial dissections with the knife and fork I quickly abandoned the knife and resorted to using the fork and my fingers, not wanting to waste even a single morsel.

I find myself wishing we had planned to spend the night here, just so we could come back to this restaurant and I could have this again, even all the twists and turns in the road were worth it.

Of course the fish is mega fresh, it was certain to have been caught the same morning, and this is the kind of dish that the local eat, so probably it’s a local family recipe made with years or decades of experience.

It’s simple but done to absolute perfection.

The owner was delighted with my gushing compliments and obvious pleasure, and bought out a little square of something that was kind of nutty and cake-like free of charge for dessert. Himself finished it because like many Greek desserts  it was too sweet for my liking. I dreamed about this meal for the rest of our holiday and semi-regularly since. I tried to make it at home, and failed… one day, somehow some time, clearly, I will have to come back…

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March 29, 2014

Simoni’s: A Hidden Treat That’s Slowly Becoming A Discovered Treasure…

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There are places in any city that only the locals know about, hidden treats in unassuming looking places, sometimes in neighbourhoods  or streets that tourists never enter.

The trick is to know which of these places are the best of the best, which are value for money and which are places well worth advertising to a wider audience.

One such place in the Hague, or more specifically the seaside area of Scheveningen is a  fish restaurant and sea food shop in the heart of the harbour area.

Getting there involves a trip down the Vissershavenweg and then a left turn into an unassuming street called the Visafslagweg that looks to be full of fish processing warehouses (which they indeed they are).

Your nose will tell you that you are in the right place, it smells of the sea, and rather fishy… love it or loathe it, the smell comes with the territory I’m afraid.

When I first came to the Netherlands to live some twenty years ago, Simonis fish restaurant and shop was an exceptionally plain place,  more or less a bare minimum style sitting area with plastic outdoor chairs, the food served simply and with little decoration: these days the place has  undergone a style transformation, it’s gone noticeably up market and everything is significantly more elaborate.

One thing that hasn’t changed is that the fish is fresh, the portions are hearty and you stand in a queue to make your order, pay, take a ticket with a number on it and then go to the counter to collect your food once your number comes up.

Simoni’s on the actual harbour has very slowly but surely become a secret that has leaked out: partly because they now also have a branch in the Gedempte Gracht in the Hague’s central city, and another further along the  Scheveningen boulevard on the Strandweg,  and because apparently they were mentioned either in a travel magazine or guide book and last but not least because the Hague’s international community has grown significantly in recent years and expats who dine out often and find a treasure tell their friends. Himself and I had good friends come and visit us from England in 2012, we have had the pleasure of being visitors to their home in Folkestone on several occasions and their hospitality has been beyond excellent so now it’s our turn to return the favour.

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Himself knows that they are both lovers of sea food and that Simoni’s regularly does a fresh “plateau de fruits de mer ” which literally translates as “fruits of the sea”.

It’s a seafood  platter for lovers of shellfish to delight in, and it’s almost always a platter intended for more than one person.

I am allergic to the mollusc group of shellfish (generally that means things with hinges)  but can eat things like crab, prawns and shrimp because they belong to the crustacean family and not the mollusc one.

Himself and I can  never share a “fruit de mer” platter but our friends would be delighted to help Himself  out, and I can then head for a plate of garlic shrimp and everyone is happy.

One of the new additions to the renovated Simoni’s is a massive chiller cabinet close to the front door in which all sorts of  the days fresh fish and seafood are displayed, it’s from here that the lobsters, shrimps etc will be heading onto diners plates during the evenings service and it’s testament to the popularity of the place that the cabinet was getting severely depleted by the time we finished our meal.  The display cabinet certainly offered some excellent photographic opportunities.

Our group, all of us having a slow eating finger food meal, took far longer than most of the diners who come for the fish dishes, we observed what other people were ordering, made notes for next time and then polished off some very Dutch apple taart for dessert. (I however was swayed by the chocolate taart instead) Simoni’s  in the harbour is still a place where locals love to go,  but it’s also a treat for visitors, it has an ambience all it’s own, and from fish to seafood the choice is amazing. It may have gone upmarket but it retains the old feel of the place in it’s bones and that’s what everyone always goes back for.

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March 17, 2014

Something Fishy This Way Comes…

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I was born into a Dutch family so you’d assume that I was genetically and culturally  predisposed to consider certain Dutch traditions and cuisines as “normal” fare.

Not so…

Way back in the nineteen eighties on one of my visits to the Netherlands with my parents, my father tried to introduce me to the Dutch speciality of “haring” (herring).

These small fish are filleted (the tail is left on) and the whole fillets emerged in finely chopped raw onion and some lemon.

This semi-cures the raw fish, which is then most popularly eaten  in two ways: the first involves picking up the fillet by the tail with two fingers, raising your arm high in the air, tipping your head back, opening your mouth and disposing of the fillet of fish more or less in one go. The other most popular scenario is to have the fillet of “haring” served sandwich style in a small soft white bread roll, along with a dollop of the onions it has been perviously sitting in. As with the pervious method usually the tails of the haring have been left attached to the  filet so the tail traditionally sticks out of one end of the bread roll.

By now, having read so far you are probably feeling one of two things: delight because this sounds like a delectable treat or revulsion because this all sounds more than a little disgusting.

I’m a foodie and even in my younger days I was not averse to trying a few new culinary dishes at least once (OK to be fair I have always drawn the line at offal, insects and anything that sounded more than a little wierd) and I also discovered that “trying new  things” was sometimes the less than easy way to discover my multiple food allergies, after reactions and subsequent hospital visits. Some things apparently you have to learn the hard way and I lived to tell the tale.

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So, harking back to my eighties Dutch visit, the haring season has just opened and my father has gleefully been down to the local fishmonger’s kiosk for a treat that has been absent from his diet since he emigrated to New Zealand. He has been looking forward to this a lot and so have his brothers and sisters that we are visiting and a handful of my cousins who have all gathered.

My Aunt’s and Uncles are busy me telling how they consider the first haring of the season the best so I am in for a treat.

The haring is unwrapped,  I’m confronted with a rather strong smell of fish… now I like fish a lot, but this is raw and packed full of raw onion and a tad overwhelming. I tactfully negotiate that I take a small bite-sized piece rather than an entire fillet to try first.

Pinching  one corner of the piece between two fingers I close my head back…. My father, mother, aunt’s, uncles and cousins do the same but with bigger pieces.  I hear noises of culinary appreciation all around me. I haven’t joined them. Instead I’m standing there in panic thinking that this is the most disgusting, vile, awful thing I have ever tried to eat in my entire life, it’s smelly, slippery, I hate the taste and the texture and I’m now wondering how far I could spit it to get rid of it. I closed my eyes, ew, that just intensified the panic, I opened them again, my father is looking at me, telling me how good it is and holding out a bigger piece for me to take. I still don’t know how I can physically swallow the first piece.

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In the end, since more of my relatives were now looking at me and it’s become clear that any attempt to sneakily eject the offending mouthful would be doomed to failure I did what I have never done before or since: I made one huge gulp and swallowed the piece of fish whole.  Choking and gasping and trying not to wretch in the presence of company is never done with dignity, so my mother ended up thumping my back and handing me a glass of water.

You need some practice”  laughed my father, and offered me some more. I politely declined and admitted it “really wasn’t  my thing“.   He looked shocked and jokingly asked me if I was really his daughter? Certainly the rest of the family were also surprised  and rather shocked that I didn’t adore this treat like they did.

Fast forward to the early 1990’s… I’ve met my Dutch husband to be and discovered that he’s a “haring”  lover.  He invites me to join him in a haring treat and I tell him about the nightmare taste experience etched into my memory.  We make a pact: we have no secrets in our marriage with one exception:  he’s most welcome to eat haring but please don’t do it around me, he has to brush his teeth five times before he kisses me next, I don’t want any sign that this slippery fish has passed his lips.   We are both happy.

Now during the summer of 2012 I’m with my visiting Singaporean friend “Velvetine” in central Delft… there’s a fishmonger’ stall on the corner and haring to be tried.  You can guess which delicacy she is excited about trying. I steel myself to take the photographs and look away as soon as I can. She’s more than delighted with the taste, …more power to her, but at least I won’t be kissing  her later!

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March 20, 2013

The Fish Makes an Entrance … and an Exit.

Another archive photo from one of my past walking tours… I was glad I had my little point-and-shoot camera in my pocket the day I walked past this door. Someone clearly let loose their creative streak, has a sense of humour and loves colour…

With a grin on my face I took a photo and it made me smile every time I passed by from then on. Then about a year later I saw  a “for Sale”sign in the window… and later, the windows were covered up with newspapers as the new owners renovated completely inside.

Then after a few months I walked past the house again and the fish door was completely gone… and in it’s place the dullest and most featureless battleship- gray coloured door instead. Talk about going from one extreme to the other. Ok, if I am honest I don’t think I’d want the fish on my own front door either, but I did very much admire it on someone else’s!  I do hope this this (not so little) fishy found it’s way back into the ocean of art and found a new home somewhere where it can continue to make people smile.

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July 27, 2012

Take-a-Way Tactics With Kids…

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Our children have a very particular habit… every time they see a MacDonald’s they start making big noises about wanting to eat there.  This doesn’t make sense on several levels; Firstly they know full well what their parents think of the quality of McDo… (we don’t call it “MacDon’t” for nothing! LOL)

The only time we consider eating there is when all other options look worse or, when there have been zero other food options in the vicinity (and that’s not very often, for which we are very thankful).

Secondly, on the very few occasions our offspring have eaten there they both confessed they didn’t actually like the food at all. Strangely enough the marketing seems to entrap them even though they know they don’t like the product.

Himself and I have just settled our things into the hotel for the night and Himself wants to go for a quick jog around the town and spy out what’s on offer on the take-a-way front, but a small battle of pester-power ensues because our children have spied a Mac’s just down the road.

Himself rolls his eyes as the kids plead and threaten not to eat anything else.  In the end I tell him to just leave me to talk sense into the kids and once he’s out the door I give them the bad news: Papa hates the stuff and won’t be buying it so instead the fish and chips we agreed on previously will be the only thing on offer.

There are two options available and you may pick either one of them but no whining will be tolerated. Option One: eat what is set before you and say Thank you. Option Two:  Go to bed hungry but do this in silence.

Both Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr. manage to squeeze in a few defiant protests and resolutions before Himself  gets back. He’s carrying fish ‘n chips wrapped in paper… funny how all  defiance utterly dissolved once it was unwrapped and the smell wafted out into the room.   Good old fish ‘n chips, the kids didn’t stand a chance!

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June 5, 2012

A Feed That Prepares us for Sailing Home…

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In this last post about Shippey’s  takeaway and Fish and Chip restaurant, I combine two of my favourite things: Food and Detail.

The fish may be NZD $8,00 per piece (about USD $4,00) but it was quality fish, fresh and well cooked.

Every last one of us enjoyed our meals and the kids were then less grumpy and more ready for the drive back to my friend’s house. Each of them were given the option of an ice-cream or a milkshake for dessert .

Little Mr. tried to wrangle both but after way more deliberation than was really necessary, went for the milkshake which turned out to be more than he could manage so I got some funny family shots of him and Himself grinning with their heads together, a straw each in the milkshake and later determined looks on their faces as they tried to outdo each other on the drinking front.

In reality of course Himself held back and staged things so the Little Mr. could  “win” the contest, but put up a good “show” for the camera and in his determination Little Mr. filled himself up so much on milk that once he was back in the van he  curled himself as much into a little ball as was possible with a seatbelt on and swiftly dozed off for the whole journey back.

I’m delighted to have visited  this area again… the visit in my teens made an impression that lasted (at least in snippets) and I was surprised what memories of the Treaty House and Waitangi area came flooding back once I was there again.

I like this area of New Zealand…  but sigh… if only it had the drier South Island weather that I adore and a few of the Southern Alps it would be perfect LOL.

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Seagull on the approach…

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Seagull landed…

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June 4, 2012

All Aboard, Above and Below Decks…

In a continuation of yesterday’s post, we are on the three masted sailing vessel that is the “Shippey’s” Fish and Chip takeaway and Restaurant.

The kids race to try out some swivel barstool type chairs in the open seating area on the open part of the foredeck… the menu is short and sweet but getting  two particular tired kids to decide between burgers and fish and nuggets is astonishingly more complicated than I could ever have imagined.

(yes, sadly the Kiwidutch kids are both fussy and obstinate at times). There’s a seating area for patrons below decks too… good for winter dining I imagine and for kids birthday parties. Whilst our order is being cooked we take a look around.

(note: the upstairs looks a bit empty in my photos but that’s actually rather misleading because it was, just for a few minutes when we arrived but within 15 minutes or so people streamed in and in no time the upstairs was packed. There were also a fairly constant stream of people picking up takeaways).

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