Today I’m supposed to eat ‘haring en witte brood’ [‘herring and white bread’, the type of bread that has no fibre in it at all] according to costums of the city where I was born some odd time ago. Each year they keep up the festivities and traditions. I miss herring and I reckon the first thing I will do when I head back to the Lowlands some day is eating a herring or two from the best haring shop in town situated on the bridge towards Surinameplein at the end of the Overtoom… Read more here…