Pancakes, Noodle Soup and Bapao

I’m having serious food cravings lately and I think it’s because I’ve lost so much weight over the last two weeks having to deal with a stomach bug and ear infection. Antibiotics didn’t really work and I was told at the hospital that I need to consider more surgery [I’m so looking forward to that!] I’ll have to have a CT scan done before I’ll make a decision. I still have vivid memories of the last time when they removed part of the bone without my consent.

But jeez those cravings… whenever food is mentioned it’s instantly stuck in my head. Yesterday I was reminded of pancakes for the second time, I haven’t had a bacon/apple pancake ever since I left the Lowlands and I went through each kitchen cupboard to look for a bottle of Wester Stroop. I think I’ve chucked it in the bin, I had no bacon either, just apple so instead I melted some extremely macho chocolate which was a gift and so tasty.

Then Ismoyo mentioned ‘Indonesian Bapao’ on her blog and again I had this instant craving for the wonderful flavours and succulence meat of an authentic Bapao. I wish I hadn’t read those two words because it’s now haunting me and so I’ve decided to make them for lunch this week. Actually make a whole batch and put a few in the freezer. I wonder if I should experiment with shrimp and crab meat, not authentic really but my own recipe: could be very nice…

Guess what… I went to Tesco on Saturday and found out that they’ve started to sell Indonesian products: boemboes [Indonesian spice pastes], satay marinade, kroepoek [prawn crackers] etc. etc. all by my favourite ‘Dutch’ brand. I so hope they’ll get the complete assortment! Oh… and it’s about time I have a proper Mie Ayam this week… *hehe*

What is wrong with me? Please don’t mention any more food on your posts… :P

My mini pancakes: finger licking good! My all time favourite Pannekoekenhuis

A Dreamworld

Anton Pieck

  • 19 April 1895 – 25 November 1987
  • Anton Franciscus Pieck was a famous Dutch painter, artist and graphic artist. As a drawing teacher in Bloemendaal from 1920 to 1960, he is best known for his nostalgic and fairytale-like drawings, appearing regularly on cards and calendars.

The world has turned into an evocative enchanting place, a place of mystery, silence, crystals, crispness and magical light. A soft blanket, inviting to explore this mysterious world, go out and play like the foxes do at night. The light is amazing and the night seems less dark than usual because of the reflections of billions of crystals. Crystals floating down in a gentle but steady way covering all that looked so familiar in a crisp glistening wrapping, a surprise gift of nature.

It reminds me of one of my favourite Dutch painters, Anton Pieck who had the ability to present each of his paintings into the same kind of magical world. I can’t sleep, I have a high fever because of an ear infection [had to visit the hospital last night], I’m hoarse because of a sore throat and a cold but I’m somehow too excited to be tired. So I spent some time chasing snowflakes, taking pictures and looking for some beautiful images by Anton Pieck.

This is what dreams are made of…