Road trip! On the Autobahn! To Amsterdam! Where is was actually sunny and warm, unlike Berlin!
In brief: if the Germans know pork, then the Dutch know dairy.
The grocery store even had a walk-in milk cooler. All the milk I’ve had in Europe (even the discount milk in tetra paks) has been better than the tasteless slime you get in North America, but the milk in the Netherlands was no less than delicious.
The apartment we rented had a gorgeous terrace that was perfect for enjoying the bright sunny mornings. We ate leisurely breakfasts out there all three days. I zoned in on cheese and butter and crackers and toast. I dabbed on some jam every few bites. Lovely.
On the third day, we focussed on the until-then-ignored cereal. I scooped up that first spoonful without much thought and completely lacking expectation. It took me by surprise with how damned good it was. The milk was so good. I might have to give a wee bit of credit to Kellogg’s for their new “Special K, 3 Granen en Honing” which appears to be only available in the Netherlands right now. Damn. I should have smuggled some back with me.
In addition to frühstücking, we also ate with our eyes at the Saturday markets. Oh the seafood! It was no Boqueria, but it was far better selection than most fish mongers in Berlin. (Aside: I’ve never been to Mitte Meer even though it is close to my house.)
Kristin had been unable to resist buying salmon the day before. The kitchen at the apartment was not well suited to preparing a big feast for several reasons, not the most of which was that the toilet was in there. More of a hindrance was the lack of a proper range — there were two hot plates instead. Luckily, my old friend Damian and his wife Allison let us crash their kitchen and cook dinner there. Dinner was the culmination of a full day of doing a lot of nothing. Bliss.
ps: I know what you are thinking: The answer is yes.