Friday 19th August 2011
Chips, or frieten as they are called here in Holland, are a big deal. Not unlike most parts of the world, I’m sure. In fact you’d be hard pushed to find a place on this planet that couldn’t provide you with a plate of fried potato sticks. But having lived in Spain now for the past 18 years, where chips are served with the main meal rather than as a snack, I’ve lost touch with the modern world.
Here, chips with a little pot of mayonnaise seem to be ordered in huge quantities. They come in a 2×3 inch plastic tray but are piled high & spilling out in every direction. They can be eaten as a snack while you are shopping or even on their own for lunch.
At the local municipal swimming pool, it was possible to order your chips pool-side, sit at the edge of the water & eat them whilst dangling your legs in the heated water. Sadly there wasn’t enough room for us to squeeze in between 2 young girls eating ice-lollies, a rather large woman holding a new born baby in one hand whilst slurping on an ice cream cornet with the other & a man in a pair of thick cargo shorts devouring a jumbo sausage, so we adjourned to the picnic benches outside to have our lunch. Come to think of it, maybe the man in the shorts wasn’t even suppose to be at the pool and was instead having a paddle on his lunch break. 😉
For all my mockery, it did bring back nostalgic memories of when I was a teenager going to my local pool, swimming for what felt like hours then hitting the canteen for a paper cone of fried chips to walk home with. The smell of chlorine & chip fat does it for me every time.
I made these in a Tefal Actifry machine I found in the cupboard, here at the house we’re staying at.
“Wow! Those chips were better than the [Chicken’s] oysters.” Said Zephy.
It was quite fun to play with a new bit of machinery. Watch out, I spied a bread maker too. 🙂