How can you travel without eating any and everything? Plus, I convinced myself that biking each day would cancel out all the foods I planned to inhale.
My first foray into Dutch food was a big fat serving of frites with mayonaise. Possibly this was something I ate almost daily. I’m not sold on the mayo, but ketchup wasn’t hard to come by.
On board the boat, we were also treated to amazing Indonesian food and a special breakfast of crepes and poffertjes. The poffertjes were so good that when I got together with sewing friends on Saturday, we sought them out at the open air market.
Poffertjes, little puffy pancakes served with powder sugar or syrup.
Trena and I both caved for stroopwafels. Now, I’ve had them pre-packed from Trader Joe’s so I had a sense of what they would be like.
But, let me tell you that popping hot fresh ones made to order are the things dreams are made from.
Our last night’s dinner was at Bolhoed (the Dutch word for a bowler hat) in Amsterdam.
I had the Bolhead special with fresh white Dutch asparagus. Can I just tell you I bought strawberries at the market that actually tasted sweet and like strawberries?!?
A dining companion went with the quiche.
Trena, had chocolate.
I’m also happy to report that beer costs as much as bottled water in the restaurants. I don’t actually like beer so I thought I’d try a lambic. Trena thinks it tasted like cough syrup.