Like most Vancouverites, Emile and I enjoy walking the Sea Wall.
So often we make our way down there – winding through the tourists – and walk the sea wall. Saturday was a particularly gorgeous day – and we spoke frequently about how spring is so much better when you don’t have to go through the melt.
Often I’ll run along the sea wall and I feel like I belong here. Running in my Yoga jacket with my iPhone. Yes, I’m that girl. Running along. There she goes. . .
Anyways, we enjoy walking and talking down the sea wall. Our route almost always takes us around the outside of the Vancouver Convention Centre with the Water sculpture. Located there is a restaurant called De Dutch. Emile – being Dutch – and I always talk about finding out what a Dutch restaurant serves but have never been.
We finally made it on Saturday morning. We laughing reviewed the menu as Emile told me stories about his mother’s cooking. The traditional luncheon meal at Emile’s house is a piece of bread with ham and a fried egg on it. He told me it is actually called an uitsmijter as listed on the menu. He remembered his Dutch when he ordered a Boer’s Breakfast. His Farmer’s Breakfast featured all the regular morning offerings and included a large Dutch Pannekoek (pancakes). Dutch pannekoeks are somewhere between a regular pancake and a crepe.
He bit into his pannekoek and stated “There is that tang.” Emile started to tell me about stories from Holland that I had never had. His dad’s mom made Emile and his sister pannekoeks for breakfast when they were in Holland. Not cereal on most mornings like at home, but his Oma’s pannekoeks. Made without a mix, and without a recipe probably just like her mother before her did.
The next morning Emile tried to reproduce his Oma’s Dutch pannekoek. He called home to ask his mom how to make them. Her side of the family wasn’t a pannekoek home and his dad was no help. Afterall, he only just ate them. A first attempt using an internet recipe was heavy, dense and lacking the tanginess.
March 9th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: A unexpected memory from breakfast and the beginning of a quest for a Dutch Pannekoek recipe like his Oma’s.
I neglected to put photo credit on the photo from yesterday’s entry. Although I did the post-processing, the photo was taken by my husband Emile.
There is a bakery in town. It is called Schat Bakery. German or something. It certainly catches your eye as you drive down Main Street. In English, the name sounds like past tense of poop. Like all bakeries, I know it is there, but I do not often visit. They smell terrific but are like having 3 shots of vodka before grocery shopping. Suddenly you really need a cake a day for desserts. So with our fitness kick, I stay out of the bakeries. I can’t physically run as far as I would have to burn off all those calories.
My in-laws are visiting and we decided to do some sight-seeing and shopping downtown. Looking for a fast and cheap lunch idea, I suggested the hotdog cart. Nothing like a hotdog or sausage on a beautiful summer day! My father-in-law looked at me and the cart like I suggested he scrounge for food in the gutters. Apparently, he has a problem with hot dogs. Or perhaps he was cranky due to lack of caffeine. Whatever it was, he wasn’t eating on the street. He was going to walk the six blocks to the closest Tim Horton’s and get a coffee.
In all the times I have visited with people from Holland, it doesn’t matter how full you are, how sick of food you may be, you always have a sweet treat with your coffee. Always. Even if it is stale graham crackers from the back of the pantry. You have a sweet treat. And my in-laws are Dutch. We needed a coffee and a sweet treat. And no tubes of processed meat.
Hoping to salvage this situation, I looked up and saw Schat Bakery across the street. On the window it said “Coffee/Tea”. We entered the cool shop and the lit glass display cases glowed. The signs for each item were in English and DUTCH! This isn’t a German bakery, this is a Dutch bakery. And I never knew. Not only had I steered my in-laws to wonderful hometown bakery, but a Dutch one! They even had a Dutch conversation with the proprietor. I am their favorite daughter-in-law again.
July 8th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: A Dutch Bakery, coffee and a oliebollen for all.
We found ourselves in Gravenhurst today and I thought for fun we would head to Sobey’s to do our grocery shopping as it is the only one in Muskoka. The shoulder seasons are pretty quiet around here. You make your own excitement.
I like grocery shopping and I like shopping at different places that offer different things. It’s fun in the US especially because they get all of those crazy products that you really shouldn’t eat in the first place. Sobey’s isn’t that much different from the other stores in the area – but I did find a nice tube of fresh roasted garlic purée.
My husband is Dutch – he was born in Canada about 2 years after his parents immigrated from Holland. So, although raised in Canada, he also was raised in a Dutch home. As we were strolling down the aisles of Sobey’s, the following sign caught my eye:
Dutch? I mean, you get the Asian section, the Mexican section, and usually the “International” section, but I have never seen a Dutch section. Especially in a small town grocery store. Even in St. Catharines (where Emile grew up) if you want Dutch treats you head over the Dutch store, not the grocery store.
We headed over to check this section out. It was a doozy!
May 5th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Stroop Waffles, Double Salted Licorice, King Peppermints, Windmill Cookies and all sorts of Dutch treats at the grocery store.
Maintenance May Day 5: Donated needed supplies to a friend who greatly appreciated it. (Friendship)