Thankfully there were lots of contenders for the best food experience of the holiday.
What could beat apples picked fresh from the tree.
Maybe ice-cream or fresh squeezed frozen orange juice on a hot day.
Or eating in one of Holland's fine restaurants (even if you have to share your chocolate with Daddy).
When I was a child living in Canada, one of the highlights of our trips into 'town' was to stop at 'Smitty's Family Restaurant' - pancakes for breakfast, or fries and grilled cheese for lunch. No matter what time of day, it was a delight.
So when I realised we would be driving through the same town on our holidays, we arranged to stop for lunch - yep, Smitty's was still there. How fun - revisiting part of my childhood with my own child.
I should have known to be concerned when the waitress told Paul that he couldn't have boiled eggs in his salad, because she had just taken them out of the fridge and, "Well, they didn't look that good".
Unfortunately (or fortunately) the only photo of this experience is Bradley desperately figuring out if the window would be a viable escape route.
Another childhood memory revisted. As you may or may not know, there is a strong tradition in the Netherlands of eating salted herring by the seaside. Paul had partaken in this tradition as a child, and so naturally he was keen to do so again.
Now, in his memory, this delicacy was a thin strip of raw fish cured with salt, eaten in a couple of bites. In reality, he was handed an almost-intact fish that could have fed a whole family (ok, so I exaggerate slightly, but it was bigger than expected).
I must say, I was impressed with his effort, and he proclaimed it to be "Not bad". But I somehow suspect that his tradition will not be one that we will be continuing now that we are home.