Ontbijtkoek and Old Amsterdam
I'm back from Amsterdam. I brought with me two packages of ontbijtkoek (a Dutch spice cake), only one of which is for me. I promise I won't eat yours, Anne, no matter how tempting.
I really need to find somewhere that sells it, or figure out how to make it myself.
In other culinary news, in the Schiphol airport there was a place that had lots of tasty cheeses, meats, cookies and candy. They had samples of a cheese called "Old Amsterdam" (here it is on cheeseline.com), which is one of the tastiest cheeses I've had. I would tell you that I didn't greedily take three samples of it, but that would be lying. Please forgive me if each of those samples were among the largest on the tray.
Sarah sometimes mocks me for wishing too often that I had more money, but I can't help it. If I had more money, I would spend it on deliciousness.