When we lived in Amsterdam my favorite place to shop was the Albert Kuyp Market. A little edgy. Completely exciting. And, absolutely out of this world for those wanting the finest in fresh foods. For over one hundred years Albert Kuyp has filled the most discriminating shopper’s grocery basket.
I had my favorite stalls; the grower from France with forty different kinds of potatoes, the tiny black ones roasted sweet and delicious. The herb and spice merchant’s shop with intoxicating aromas of exotic spices and seasonings. The “vishandelaar” fish monger with the loud voice hawking his seafood displayed like precious diamonds on beds of crushed ice. He introduced me to my favorite Amsterdam street food. Fresh herring with thin slices of onion on a crusty bun.
On the edge of Albert Kuyp sits a North African shop. Their window filled with tagines in every size and design, shelves of fragrant spices, and a variety of meat my sensitive Canadian eyes learned to deal with (whole baby goats and lamb). I have been cooking various tagines for years. Tagine is both the name of the food and the earthen ware container it is baked in. I bought the largest tagine and that night the kitchen was filled with the delicious aromas reminiscent Marrakesh and Morocco.
This is the kind of dish that works well any time of year. I use either or both chicken thighs and drumsticks. They respond well to a dish that is slowly simmered into something glorious. It’ s a great dish for entertaining when you want to serve your friends something different. I like to make it early in the day and then gently reheat it. You can back this in any heavy casserole with a lid. The recipe is in Mrs. Butterfingers.