Ahhh. . . that little Dutch pancake topped with a massive slab of butter and powdered sugar. Just in case you thought that while in the Netherlands all I consumed was raw herring and white asparagus, I must introduce you to the reason I may not fit into a wedding dress come October: the poffertje. I ate mine with fresh June strawberries, in the Grote Markt at Haarlem.
Another fabulous house tomorrow.