Wednesday, 5 March 2014


Spring is finally coming!
I've just had a lovely terraske (word that deisgnates the act of having a beer in the sun), and I wanted to share that with you today.
The warmth of the sun, the freshness of the beer, the loveliness of my garden.
I only thought that, as much as I'm totally fine in having my terraske in between my garbage bags, maybe that's something someone might want to keep for herself.
And for all the neighbours that are sharing the same frontyard with her.
We still didn't take on to the proverbial Spring Cleaning.
Beer first.
So, saving outside image poetry for cleaner days, there is something else worth talking about: "the cooking cure".
Quoting from The Kitchn, the cooking cure is "four weeks of assignments to help you get fresh inspiration and build some new habits with the goal of three home-cooked meals a day".

Even though I have a 45hours-per-week job I always cook my meals at home, and I'm still pretty satisfied with my food. For the moment I'm still far from being tempted by the work canteen.

I really don't need any cure.

Or, maybe I'm in just in phase 1. DENIAL.

Maybe frozen pizza and canned beans are signals that I shouldn't underestimate.


And I subscribed for the cure. I'm ready for phase 3. TURN YOUR BREAKFAST INTO AN AWSOME BREAKFAST.

After writing a list of your breakfast habits and setting new goals, the task of today was finding 5 new breakfast recipes.

Here are our 5 winners:
from What should I eat for breakfast today
from What should I eat for breakfast today

from What should I eat for breakfast today

I'm honestly super excited about this project.
Please subscribe and share your actual misery and plans of awesomeness with me.

Monday, 6 January 2014


So, sometimes it happens that you get out of your office with a terrible headache because, thanks to your new frugal way of life, you're not used to heating anymore. So you're actually really happy at the thought of your 8 kilometers by bike, even though you arrived at that office that it was still night, and you're leaving and it's actually night again. Still, you're happy. You need some fresh air, so you're just happy.
You're happy because you still don't know that the fresh air you're aching for looks more like a tornado rather than a breeze. A crazy wind that blows at oh-so-many-freaking-km/hour that, going down a road with an inclination of the 20% you still have to pedal.
But then, at a certain point, you feel better 'cause yes, it's almost done, you're almost home.
And that's when you're almost run over by a men that didn't understand that the prolonged sticking out of your left arm did actually mean that you wanted to turn left. He probably thought it was some ballet exercise. Probably, though, he didn't find it gracious enough cause, first, he honks, and then he even insults you. He really didn't like it.
Have I already said that it's been raining cats and dogs all along? After you live in Belgium for more than a year you tend not to find it very remarkable anymore, but of course it was raining. A lot.
But still, you finally arrive home, really really hungry because, honestly, how can anyone have lunch in half an hour? so you just managed to drink (half of) your soup. But it was also your first day of work, and you're just so tired. So tired that, for a fraction of a second, you even whish you had powder magic soup. That tired.

And then you open the fridge and you see them: some savoy cabbage, an apple, and some nuts.
And then, thank god, it's all about chopping.

Saturday, 28 December 2013


So, it's the 28th of December, and we don't have any Christmas decoration in the house.
I love Christmas, to check all the lovely decorations, the delicious recipes, the handmade gifts, the gigantic dinners. I check it all for months, and I always, invariably, inexplicably, do nothing.
No decorations.
No special dishes.
No handmade gifts.
No dinners.
I'm no Grinch. I'm just purely, genuinely, lazy.
I mean, I've even collected some ideas for handmade gifts, and one of them -the hot chocolate kit- is basically suggesting that yes, I give the chocolate, but could you please make it yourself?
And I didn't even prepare that.
Nevertheless, there is one thing that is bound to happen every Christmas, no matter what.
The only thing that actually made it to become one of our, well, our Christmas tradition.
I suggest you make it one of yours as well.

This is the recipe we used, taken from Weekend Bakery which, so far, proved being the very best.
Although, we kinda went crazy with the spice mix, totally changing all the doses. We just kept the cinnamon overload but then, for example, put almost as much cardamom, which I love. And skipped the aniseed powder cause.. I just don't know what that is.
In any case, you just can't go wrong.

6,5 gr cinnamon
2 gr ground cloves
1,5 gr grated nutmeg
1 gr ground white pepper
2 gr aniseed powder
1 gr ginger powder
1/2 gr ground cardamom (pff, 1/2 a gr...)

225 gr all purpose flour
115 gr butter -room temperature-
130 gr soft brown sugar
7 gr baking powder
2 TBS milk
3 tsp spice mix
pinches of salt

1- Mix together flour, baking powder, spice mix and salt.

2- In a separate bowl, mix together butter and sugar. Add also the milk and knead with your hands until smooth.

3- Add the flour mix to the butter mix and knead it into a ball. Wrap it in plastic foil and leave it in the fridge for at least half an hour, so that all the ingredients mix together and soak into one another.

4- Take the dough out of the fridge and roll it from 2 to 7 mm thick (the thicker the easier, the thinner the crunchier)

5- Preheat your oven at 165°, cut your biscuits and bake for 16-18 minutes. To us it took a bit longer but, from minute 15 on, keep an eye on your cookies, 'cause they burn fast.

Well, I'm not always that lazy.
Wish you all some lovely holidays and new-found traditions.

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