To Do, To Eat, To Visit

May 2nd –

Come Thursday our β€˜to do, to eat, to visit’ (not eat who we visit πŸ€ͺ) list, was greatly shrunk… one remaining item was to visit our other set of grandparents.

Besides that, we didn’t have any specific plan and decided to let the day take us where it would πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

It took us to Utrecht because Mike found a store there that carried Tout Patisserie macarons πŸ€“
Which are the best macarons we’ve ever eaten and had planned to get from Amsterdam, depending how our trip went.
The place we went to only had two of the pistachio flavour, which is our very favourite, so we purchased them and thought maybe they would satisfy the sweet tooth enough that we wouldn’t need to make a stop in Amsterdam.

As it turns out, it only intensified the desire and Tout Patisserie was typed into the GPS πŸ€ͺπŸ˜‚
Not immediately, as we did think of some stops along the way but it was the destination none the less πŸ€“

Mich found a store that carried the brand of work pants he wanted to buy… deciding it was time to refresh that area of his wardrobe, having had his two pairs of β€˜Snickers Workwear’ pants for 10 years 🀭
They didn’t have exactly what he wanted but he found some to order online πŸ‘πŸ»

The weather wasn’t the nicest, so Mike found an actual mall to shop in which felt lovely opposed to the possibility of walking down the rainy streets to search out the shops you wanted to look in.

Sissy boy was a favourite store when we lived in Europe and that fact remains.

It has got an anthropology vibe in a way but maybe a smidge less costly.

I never said I BOUGHT a lot there, just that I LIKED itπŸ€ͺ

A Vapiano’s was spotted across the street and so we happily went there to eat a lunch, I wasn’t at all hungry at the time but knew I would enjoy it anyways πŸ€ͺ

I love their pesto basilica pasta… a crinkly edged long noodle, bathed in very mild cayenne, oil, garlic, pesto and pine nut sauce, topped with parmesan  πŸ€€πŸ‘ŒπŸ»
We hadn’t expected to strike that off the list so it was a nice little ‘bonus’ meal πŸ€ͺ

We popped into another outlet area and I actually found some denim skirts for my sister and I at the G-Star Raw outlet, for anyone interested in a high-waisted, button front, denim skirt, go there πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

Tout was left with a package of 10 macarons in hand. Eight pistachio, one vanilla for me and one salted caramel for Mike πŸ€“

Mike felt like he needed supper so yet again, a snack bar was found and he got himself a frikandel and fries… I opted for just an ice cream πŸ€ͺ

We then went to Oma and Opa H to visit with them awhile. Being served drinks and sweets while catching up on the most recent goings on. They don’t speak much english, so it was mostly smiling from my end but Mich does better conversing with people, no matter the language when compared to me anyways, so it’s all good πŸ€“

 

May 3rd –

For Friday we mainly just wanted to gather up some more of the groceries we wanted to have for taking home. Cheese to be precise πŸ€ͺπŸ§€

First we ate some kibbeling for brunch though πŸ€“πŸ΄πŸŸ

We popped into a second hand store, seeing many an item that could be refurbished so nicely if the chance were given πŸ™ˆ

These little glasses were also spotted and if they’d have had more than two, I probably would have given into temptation and bought them πŸ€ͺ

A flower shop was entered for a little looksie and you’d think our amazement at the prices would ebb and fade away by now but that has not been the case πŸ€“πŸ’

Back at the house, Mich decided to do some trimming up of the garden.

It’s one of his favourite tasks…and that isn’t being sarcastic. It’s the type of job that can be done decently fast but can also be done using as much precision as he wants, which he usually wants a lot πŸ€ͺ

While he did that, I made a sopapilla cheesecake he’d been asking for πŸ˜ Also known as ‘lazy cheesecake’ by me and whoever I make it for, because I’m so uncertain about its true pronunciation πŸ€ͺ

He had soccer to go play with his brother that evening and when he returned, this is the grinning face in the window that greeted me πŸ€ͺ

He had managed to bring an ice cream for me, from town, without my asking or having it be all that melted πŸ˜πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ¦

 

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