Apple Pie and Amsterdam
So today is the first day of the A to Z challenge and I’m quite excited about this new journey especially since I’ve noticed that the moment I take on a challenge of sorts, something comes up which makes the commitment truly challenging. To begin with today, I am having an important dinner party at home – important because of both the occasion and the guests. Apart from organising the party, the challenging part is to actually cook because cooking is something I’ve relegated to just a few random forays into the kitchen, when I’m particularly hungry. Perhaps it is no surprise then that with so much food for thought mulling in my head, the first thing that comes to mind when I see A is APPLE PIE.
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It seems rather strange to think of Apple Pie at this time of year because the market is full of summer fruit, but perhaps it is the apples peeping shyly from behind piles of mango, orange, fig and grape that remind me of Apple Pie and Amsterdam on that glorious October day when Rinske took me around her beautiful city. We started out early in the morning, from the Cycle Stand near Centraal Station, walked down the Dam Square, sauntered through the leafy lanes of the Jordaan, pottered around the shops in the Nine Streets and ended up with an apple pie at one of the coffee shops close by.
Even though Apple Pie is an American cultural icon, there’s really nothing like the Dutch apple pie – it’s thick slightly burnt crust, chunks of tart apple dusted with cinnamon and eaten with a generous helping of whipped cream. I love the Dutch apple pie so much that my friend Jaco gave me his mother’s original recipe which I make unfailingly every December when green apples appear in our markets.
Amsterdam is one of my favourite cities, a picturesque city with cobbled streets and narrow buildings. I love the flower market by the Singel and the chocolates at Puccini and even though I’ve visited this city many times, I never tire of its various museums, sailing down its canals, munching on mayo coated Pommes Frites while walking down the streets dodging the cyclists and trams.
Alas, I cannot ramble on for I hear the pressure cooker whistling- the potatoes are done and waiting so I can just dream of Apple Pie and Amsterdam……….
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