I went out this afternoon to test my knee, and I ended up at the Winter Wonderland holiday market at the Leidseplein. Tom and I were there when he visited, but I was pleased to see a new hut offering gluhwein. During my winters in Belgium, I became fond of hot mulled wine. That's vin chaud in French and warme wijn in Flemish, but other European countries use the German term. So I ordered a nice, warm cup for cocktail hour and enjoyed it with a monstrous olie bol. The unfortunate translation is "oil ball," but think better than a donut hole and served in a mound of powdered sugar. This one was huge, easily larger than a tennis ball, and it left me covered in white powder. My quest now is to hit the Christmas markets in the remaining countries I visit. I'll be on a mission to find the best gluhwein out there.
I also passed through the flower market and ended up with my first souvenir. It was a spontaneous purchase, so try not to laugh too hard. (My feet have been cold in my apartment...)
Dinner, if I get around to it after the olie bol, will likely be a chunk of the delicious Dutch cheese I purchased. It's full of pesto and vivid green. Heel lekker! (Very yummy.)
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