Rain, rain, rain… then it’s a good thing that you can read John Vanderaart’s weekly column indoors at pcactive.nl. And you might also want to read that column from last week (again)…
Bring potatoes One summer, about 55 years ago, I was sitting with my brother in the backseat of my late father’s rattling Renault 8. A machinist by profession. Self-made steel roof rack stacked high. Self-made steel trailer fully loaded. Linked to a home-made – again – steel tow bar. Yes, the Renault 8 took a beating during a hellish ride and in a way that would mean you wouldn’t be able to make it through the Antwerp ring road with a modern car… Nowadays you can fit approximately 75 kilos on a roof rack. And the trailer may carry a maximum weight of 750 kilos. The towbar must be approved. In my mind I can hear my father saying, “It’s all nonsense!” Anyway, a small tent for the stopovers, a bungalow tent for the real campsite. Of course, bring a mud of potatoes. And 50 cans of Smac. My late mother was certain: “You can’t buy that in Spain. Otherwise it would be way too expensive.” That was of course not the case, but my mother had the following opinion: “Not nearly as tasty as the one from the Netherlands.” The main argument was that my father had to vomit after eating Spanish papas fritas that were lightly fried in olive oil. Or could it have been the sangría?
Anyway, the subject is potatoes. Therefore, here is a link: www.poiesz-supermarkets.nl/aardappelwijzer. You can find one there Potato guide download containing the most essential facts about potatoes. Here is another link: www.rechtstreex.nl/blog/aardappelwijzer. With a separate mention for the Agria, because that is our favorite homemade fries and potato. Look: https://www.aardappelshop.nl/products/agria-groot. When we are in France, we like to share our knowledge about the potato and our French neighbors across the street always enjoy some fries. The French neighbor across the street grows – illegally, that is – some potatoes on a cleared plot deep in the scary forest here. He has no idea what breed it is, but it is something from before la Grande Guerre (= 1914-1918). Of course, you shouldn’t come across something like that to us quintessential Dutch potato connoisseurs, because when in doubt: “Bintje.” And because my wife never shies away from a food experiment, she put those old French spuds through the deep fryer. Unexpected result: “A super fries!” So we drove back to the Netherlands with a mud of those things…
A look at the Potato Guide. To find out which beeper is best for you