A day is a cumulation of moments and often linked with food.
When I recall last Saturday in Amsterdam it was a typical wonderful Dutch Spring day. At least it was exactly how I remember Spring in my country. The air becomes quiet warm after some hours and around noon the terraces are pretty crowded with those who enjoy the first sun rays. With my Moroccan perception of weather it feels quiet fresh but the fun of taking off your coat in early April makes me excited enough to follow with the ritual around me.
The place we spend some time is the location where my sister celebrated her marriage two years ago. An classic Amsterdam monument and a style icon of Amsterdam architecture tradition. The facade is dramatic with the middle and the two side wings, small windows all shining and reflecting in the bright Saturday morning sun.
The garden spreads out around the building and enters in a kind of a private Green park. It's designed as a maze. Lovely blossoming trees and a green wave goes with and follows the line of the trees. White cobbles decorate the path into the gardens around and tables and chairs welcome the guests for a nice lunch or coffee with apple pie.
My allergy daughter is enjoying Amsterdam, here in the city she opened her eyes almost 14 years ago.
Hanging out with cousins having a blast.
When menu cards get opened, it seems there is a nice selection of salads and sandwiches, all with fresh and only a few ingredients. She choices the Italian foccacio bread with mozzarella, basel and olive oil. When lunch is served to her, she can't have it because of the not mentioned but added layer of pesto.............grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
As I ordered the same, I inspected the sandwich and ran up to her at the next terrace table to inform her about the green and surely delicious cream but so allergy suspected because of the pine tree pits. We asked for another sandwich, same composition without the pesto, which was possible to get served in a minute.
The apple pie that came with the coffee was terrific but covered with a tremendous hill of almonds, that although allergies for this tropical white nut are minor to my allergy girl we skipped it from her dessert list. When we entered later in the evening a small restaurant at a walking distance of my sister's house located in the old dock area. She hoped for a nice flavor of ice cream, like the cherry on the day. Unfortunately for her was the one spoon and only tool for all cream flavors!
If I could start somewhere now, I would certainly look into a nice small café - bras with tons of separated spoons to serve each and any flavor, no nuts or peanuts at all... just a good place to be without a sorrow for those like my allergy daughter and all those who like the joy of food without tree and ground nuts. My dream. Blue in all her senses and colors.
When I recall last Saturday in Amsterdam it was a typical wonderful Dutch Spring day. At least it was exactly how I remember Spring in my country. The air becomes quiet warm after some hours and around noon the terraces are pretty crowded with those who enjoy the first sun rays. With my Moroccan perception of weather it feels quiet fresh but the fun of taking off your coat in early April makes me excited enough to follow with the ritual around me.
The place we spend some time is the location where my sister celebrated her marriage two years ago. An classic Amsterdam monument and a style icon of Amsterdam architecture tradition. The facade is dramatic with the middle and the two side wings, small windows all shining and reflecting in the bright Saturday morning sun.
The garden spreads out around the building and enters in a kind of a private Green park. It's designed as a maze. Lovely blossoming trees and a green wave goes with and follows the line of the trees. White cobbles decorate the path into the gardens around and tables and chairs welcome the guests for a nice lunch or coffee with apple pie.
My allergy daughter is enjoying Amsterdam, here in the city she opened her eyes almost 14 years ago.
Hanging out with cousins having a blast.
When menu cards get opened, it seems there is a nice selection of salads and sandwiches, all with fresh and only a few ingredients. She choices the Italian foccacio bread with mozzarella, basel and olive oil. When lunch is served to her, she can't have it because of the not mentioned but added layer of pesto.............grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
As I ordered the same, I inspected the sandwich and ran up to her at the next terrace table to inform her about the green and surely delicious cream but so allergy suspected because of the pine tree pits. We asked for another sandwich, same composition without the pesto, which was possible to get served in a minute.
The apple pie that came with the coffee was terrific but covered with a tremendous hill of almonds, that although allergies for this tropical white nut are minor to my allergy girl we skipped it from her dessert list. When we entered later in the evening a small restaurant at a walking distance of my sister's house located in the old dock area. She hoped for a nice flavor of ice cream, like the cherry on the day. Unfortunately for her was the one spoon and only tool for all cream flavors!
If I could start somewhere now, I would certainly look into a nice small café - bras with tons of separated spoons to serve each and any flavor, no nuts or peanuts at all... just a good place to be without a sorrow for those like my allergy daughter and all those who like the joy of food without tree and ground nuts. My dream. Blue in all her senses and colors.