But with this recent visit, I wanted more. I wanted to eat soft boiled eggs when they're warm from an egg cup. Why do I eat hard boiled eggs? They're dry and disgusting and stick in your gullet. And why eat a cold egg when you can eat a hot egg with a spoon? This is civilized egg eating. So I bought egg cups and am very satisfied with myself.
I wanted an OLD pair of wooden shoes--used wooden shoes. I wanted another tin, a bit of old linen, something papery. I wanted more reminders around me of that life I didn't get to live. That other life where I grew up with Roos cousins and their offspring. I want pannakoeken, not pancakes. Can I actually learn to make pannakoeken? I'm going to try.
Below are pics of things I brought home:
|spoon for the sauce spoon and the far right tin with stroopwafels are new|
|a large square table cloth I found in an antique store in Delft. It cost a mere ten euros|
|these old klompen are on my front porch next to the door|
|egg cups, spoon, and a small butter dish|
|a reminder of that wonderful Dutch architecture on the piano|