When Christian was home, and it feels too long ago already, he wanted only three things:
- Be home
- Time with Dad
Part of being home is me, the siblings, the home cooking, the noise & smells of home. Dad time is important, especially when Dad is a soldier (I’ve been schooled, Marine’s & soldiers are NOT the same thing!). Vlaai. Vlaai was all me. I would move mountains to get my beautiful boy some vlaai.
But. Vlaai is almost 4 hours away, on a good day without traffic. So I begged & pleaded in my little friend circle… who was up for a day trip to Holland? To Maastricht? To the best bakery on the planet: Bie d’r Bekker.
Quick disclaimer, this is my family. And their recipe for kruimel vlaai originated from my Opa. I’m beyond proud of them. I’m beyond proud of their bakery. If you are ever near Maastricht, please go visit them! If my words don’t compel you, let my actions. I drove up & down in one day just to get vlaai for my Marine.
I had two amazing friends join me for my journey that day. My only compromise was a quick side-trip into Maastricht for a whirlwind sight-seeing tour. I was okay with that! I love Maastricht too. Despite being away from my beautiful boy for an entire day during his waaaaaaaaay too short post-deployment visit, I had a wonderful day. A day I really needed. And I got what Christian really needed: his favorite treat on the planet rijstevlaai (rice pudding pie):