Exploring Heerenveen
Jun. 27th, 2025 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutI bought some bakery items to bring to my cousin once removed A. R. and I had coffee with her. PJ joined us, and we heard the story of what happened to H and PJ’s first daughter (who died at 15 days), and how PJ’s biological mother (alcoholic) left and could not attend the funeral because she had a cruise scheduled. H. and A. did not get along and H wanted a different mother-in-law and that didn’t work out either. Ouch. Tough tough tough.
Very nice to see both of them.
Lunch at Ferron — Italian, well-traveled, hired a local baker to produce real Italian bread with a view to producing Italian food that fits into Frisian expectations. Results are excellent, and really interesting — unusual to see someone other than Asians taking this approach, but it’s always interesting and often amazing. I got the Oedipus Thai Thai (beer) which was tasty but handed it over to Roland because it had lemongrass in it. He got a Rochefort Trappist, which I wound up finishing.
R. and I walked over to the Heerenveen museum which was unexpectedly awesome. A longtime apotheker’s display was in the gift shop. There was some interesting modern art, some of it looking kinda kinky in an iconic apple sort of way. There was a ton of stuff — library, office furniture, artwork — that once belonged to and/or pertained to the life of Ferdinand Domela Nieuwenhuis, an atheist socialist activist. He didn’t go by Ferdinand, but since he was also antimilitary, it got me wondering about Munro Leaf’s book for the kiddos. Is this yet another reference I failed to recognize. Early person to be cremated in Westerveld. 100% not expecting to learn that much about socialism in Heerenveen. The attic of the museum includes a puzzle / escape room! But mostly, it’s a display made to look like it could be someone’s attic where all kinds of old things are stashed. I was especially excited to see a bunch of Meccano, but R. was more interested in the enormous plane (for wood working). There was also a room about the 80th anniversary of the German occupation ending (that was not in the attic).
Dinner in Wolvega at ‘T Stad Huys Grand Cafe. My chair lost a leg towards the end. Yikes! A’s steak was not medium rare — it was rare. I ate the middle part. Fries were good. I had the vegan stew and it was good. Baked potatoes were really good. R. had an Advocaat, and A. got the apple streudel with vanilla saus, vanilla ice cream and vanilla whipped cream. I had a Belgian dubbel and a local Trippel (Gudzekop, maybe?).
Very nice to see both of them.
Lunch at Ferron — Italian, well-traveled, hired a local baker to produce real Italian bread with a view to producing Italian food that fits into Frisian expectations. Results are excellent, and really interesting — unusual to see someone other than Asians taking this approach, but it’s always interesting and often amazing. I got the Oedipus Thai Thai (beer) which was tasty but handed it over to Roland because it had lemongrass in it. He got a Rochefort Trappist, which I wound up finishing.
R. and I walked over to the Heerenveen museum which was unexpectedly awesome. A longtime apotheker’s display was in the gift shop. There was some interesting modern art, some of it looking kinda kinky in an iconic apple sort of way. There was a ton of stuff — library, office furniture, artwork — that once belonged to and/or pertained to the life of Ferdinand Domela Nieuwenhuis, an atheist socialist activist. He didn’t go by Ferdinand, but since he was also antimilitary, it got me wondering about Munro Leaf’s book for the kiddos. Is this yet another reference I failed to recognize. Early person to be cremated in Westerveld. 100% not expecting to learn that much about socialism in Heerenveen. The attic of the museum includes a puzzle / escape room! But mostly, it’s a display made to look like it could be someone’s attic where all kinds of old things are stashed. I was especially excited to see a bunch of Meccano, but R. was more interested in the enormous plane (for wood working). There was also a room about the 80th anniversary of the German occupation ending (that was not in the attic).
Dinner in Wolvega at ‘T Stad Huys Grand Cafe. My chair lost a leg towards the end. Yikes! A’s steak was not medium rare — it was rare. I ate the middle part. Fries were good. I had the vegan stew and it was good. Baked potatoes were really good. R. had an Advocaat, and A. got the apple streudel with vanilla saus, vanilla ice cream and vanilla whipped cream. I had a Belgian dubbel and a local Trippel (Gudzekop, maybe?).