Good morning at the 30th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

This night is dark and stormy in The Netherlands. I'd almost expect tigers or pirates to show up. Don't all Snoopy's novells start with ''T was a dark and stormy night.'? (Please go look it up if you want it confirmed.) this is the perfect night to frame that. 

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I have a vision, something more off a day-dream, that one day when this is all over, my life will have this big part consisting out off dessert making. Beautifull, tasty after-war desserts. When prices are affordable again, in fancy bowls, served to true perfection. It's been one off my favourite things to do, preparing desserts on weekends. It already was back then when de Boed let me do so for their weekend dinners. It was a huge succes. Always gratefull eaters. But dinners are abolished at nowadays Boed, and so are the group desserts. But maybe I find the inspirational winds to do so again after the crisis. In a world where life is a bit better for ordinairy citizens. That would be really beautifull. Desserts, pastries, cakes- anything to keep me off the streets and hang to my hobby. I just hope my energy lets me. I'm easily tired. It's a bit frustrating, but sometimes I gotta do with what I have. 

I love the idea off a life after the war. It's gonna be in the longer term, but there certainly will be. I'm convinced off that. And preparing scrumptious Sunday desserts is a perfect idea for that time and day off being. It may sound strange, but I have hope. That's why I look so happy on my pictures: I have hope for better days to come after this. You might think I look a bit dumb, but yes, I have hopes for the future. It won't be forever this expensive. But it's just a suspect. Let's keep it for something vague in between my ears. Don't we all need hope, faith and love? Well, I have it. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

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Good evening at the 29th off March, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was a lovely day in spring, not too cold, clouds changing with sunshine. 

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Yesterday was for baking an Easter rabbit. I purchased it's mold a few years ago, before everything became so expensive, and it came off good use this Friday. It's for this Sunday afternoon coffee moment at de Boed, community centre in Zaandijk, specialised in people with a mental handicap. 

It came out nice, I don't have the guts to cut it's ears appropriate, I did an attempt, but I'm afraid I might ruin it. It's plain pound cake, even the sugar is common white sugar, but it's baked in a rabbit mold. The eggs came from a friend, she has chickens she donates eggs from for baking every often. It's plain pound cake, but I did my utmost best to it. beating the eggs in one by one and flour changing with milk for example as it's last step. It's done with care. It's not like everything was dumped all at once in the batter bowl. I hope my audience can taste it tomorrow. This is my Easter 2025 cake. It contains a pinch off salt, and real vanilla extract. 

I would say good quality vanilla extract is almost worth fighting for. Or, so to say, owe up for in these expensive times. It's a necessity, and worthit the splurge, even in these times. I'm almost out off it, I think about purchasing a new bottle. For real. It's pricey, but like I said, incredibly worthit. 

Today, I came to get my new glasses at the opticien, I needed them, my old ones where 5 years old. That's pretty old for glasses, and actually you need to change every 3 years. I couldn't avoid the spending. My sight went too bad for it. I got two for the price off one. 

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Good morning at the 18th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's a cold, romantic night in the Netherlands. Nothing is on in my life with that, but cold nights in a warm home can be romantic. It's either that, or it's pretty hard to bear. I think this night isn't so bad, so let's call it romantic.

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I have a voice in my head: 'You better come up with something nice to blog about. Something really nice to read.' I hear him saying, usually I'm a bit on the negative side. But I can't help it at this point. Life ain't all sunshine and roses for me at the moment. I'm not negative or positive, but rather a realist. Which makes me negative at the moment. Given this time and day off age. I rather see things from a realistic point off vieuw. It helps me to keep on going, to the right direction and to land on my feet and stay safe. It's the way to go when you're a lonesome girl in a big, mean world. So I might sound a bit negative at times. I doubt if I was a guy, I also had to explain myself. Men can be as shamefully sarcastic as they please without hesitation. Especially on the internet. I find them hilarious. I love to read a good sarcastic rant. But it's just a voice in my head. Maybe it's good advice, but you could also deny their point off vieuw and not take them serious. Like any critic. 

I could also deny Vana when they say what I do in the kitchen in private is unemancipated. In their opinion, it's a typicall gender role. I'm in denial. It's my hobby and my pride to cook. I call it Ikigai when I have a good day, and it ends up delicious or above average good. I'm not forced by people to bake. I find their allegations, especially towards me personal, horrendous. But I'm not forced to bake banana cake. It's no statement against emancipation, it's pride, just like most cool hobbies. I do so volunteerly with heart and soul. I just think Vana excists off lazy slouches who are afraid to cook well themselves. At a certain point, I even followed food trends and would call myself a foodie. I came up with cool, delicious things a few years ago when it still wasn't too pricey to experiment, and companies came out with good food ingredients and great receipes all the time, when being a foodie was a cool thing. And yes, I inherited a lot off talent from my dad. In my case, it's been my loving father who taught me the basics off cookery, not my mom. What I really hate, people who nag I should not cook. I think they're afraid to stick out their own hands in the kitchen, and rock it like Nigella Lawson like I try. It's not a matter off emancipation, it's a matter off love for cooking. 

It's also love for making the table, and make it look presentable, like Martha Stewart. I love nice tableware, and it's allowed to look a bit decadent and old fashioned. But sure, pretty. maybe a bit frumpy, but that's because not much people my age try to do so. It's just that I love how you can make great food look that way. Like an acte de prescence that gives it just that little extra. You could slouch it on any boring plate and eat, or you could situate it nicely on something romantic, and you can dine. I love that. I'm not unemancipated, it's just that the kitchen is my personal pride. A romantic hobby. And I'm not forced by anyone. It's all done volunteerly. I feel I don't want to give it up to anyone. It's something I love. I hate how household shops in the Netherlands like V&D and Blokker go bankrupt throughout the times, I loved to spot nice dishware there every often. It's just became too pricey to change all the time. Otherwise you could see better what I intend. Tableware can be boring, it can also be state off the art, or romantic like mine, to beat a dreary and depressing day. I might have changed tableware more often and be more off a stylist with it if it wasn't so expensive. Now I do with these. But hence, again a rant to confirm the narrow minded dining like me is not a bad idea. I think being boring in the kitchen and on the table and defending it like Vana is a bit narrow minded. It's not emancipation, it's their own stupidity and lazyness that makes them think this way. To me it's decadent pride. Especially during these times. Vana is just irreligious slouches who don't know any better. That's my opinion. I'm not forced to do this. It's just love for the subject. They better deal with it. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

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Good morning at the 15th off March, 2025, 2.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's still very cold and dark outside in the Netherlands. 

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What I think is going to happen with the war, is an ink black scenario where it will end in negative doom, and we can't help changing it for the positive. It's not given to anyone to foresee, it's just that it's ink black, and I think it's best today than tomorrow to end those predictions here, and just show nice cakes and bakings and household items on here so further. I can't predict, it's too heavy. It's just very negative, and no mortal should see it. And that for years off coming. Don't take it too lightly. With lots off money on spare, and billions spend on warfare. It's not fair, but it's what's going to happen. Next five years off crisis? At ease, at ease. But don't ask more from me. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

Good morning at the 15th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

This night it's dark and cold outside in the Netherlands. 

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I don't know what it is, and if you could call me a crank for it. It's just that I don't feel like Easter. To be honest with you, I just removed some left Christmas decorations I forgot to remove, and the bare sight off the home isn't so bad either for now. Though it might be a bit dry for almost Easter, where other people and public spaces dwell in Easter. 

It's not that I don't have Easter decorations, I have a few cute ones. Perfectly suitable for todays day and age. It's just that I don't feel like it. Maybe I'll have to wait and see. Otherwise I might Scrooge Easter this year. And just be there for the foods. My feeling is a bit too dark for cute and fluffy Easter. That might answer it. I don't have kids, so it's not too bad. If I was obliged to kids, it would have been problematic, but I don't even own a cat, I can be as annoying as I please. 

I've seen the news yesterday, it looks like they won't end the war soon. It's as if the Union will give it a whole new dimension soon. It's traumatic to watch. But I feel I should keep on being informed about this. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

Good evening at the 13th off March, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was a dreary and cloudy day in the Netherlands. 

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This afternoon was for statement baking. I baked my own thought out banana cake, in the Nordic Ware Heritage bundt pan, full size. 

It's a full size Peace statement. Pro peace in Ukraine. Nordic Ware is not official statement, I never heard they are, but I almost declare their Heritage bundt pan the statement pan. It's just not up to me to do so. Just like Banana cake not being official 'statement cake.' 

We have something good with our coffees this weekend at de Boed, community centre in Zaandijk. And this morning, I rocked coffee service with red lipstick on. First statement this morning. I got people complimenting me on it. They understand red lipstick, no matter how old they are. It really should make it headlines, front page somewhere, this nice statement cake off mine. I just think, or rather suspect, I'm too unimportant to the world. As far as that still excists. The world is a shady place nowadays, and it's not as freely connected anymore as it was. I think it doesn't matter if I bake. But to some people this is the world this weekend, and they are going to enjoy it with their afternoon coffee. I got enough for both Saturday and Sunday. It's a perfect statement. Just not for the headlines, or Time magazine, and fellow clients barely wish to understand. It's just the perfect statement cake in my opinion. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.  

Good morning at the 13th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's dark and cold outside tonight. Very cold. 

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I do hard sleeping. Usually I sleep untill some point between 3 or 5 at night, and then get out off bed for an hour or sleep won't get me anymore. It's a bit disturbing. disruptive, it makes me blog when I can't sleep at night. I wonder who reads these. But it's not as if these are less off quality than daily blogs. I take my time for these just as well. It's almost a habit these days, just like waking up at 5 AM was my previous one. But I decided I could not keep up with that one, so out off bed with a break and then going back in it is now. Otherwise I would have lacked more sleep. 

I had a massive headache these days, but it's been fading. I think it has to do with the news. I allowed myself not to follow it, and be in bed and rest instead. I have done so for two days, and my headaches are fading. It's not good to stick your head in the sand. Not preferable during this war! But against these tensions, a little rest works. I still feel I'm shaking on my feet from that strange cold. I took two paracetamole before bed but I'm awake now, and I still feel it. I think I have a real fever. But let's sit out my nightly break first before going back to bed again. I feel so tired and shakey, really awfull. I believe I should call in sick from coffee service this morning. I'm feeling really nasty. You could call all sorts off awfull things out loud on the internet and in public, and calling it 'your nasty cold.' But let's not do so. I'm rather at the edge off dying instead off feeling like shouting out stupid things. You can offend little people when you're sick in bad with your nasty cold. That's to say, if you don't have acces to a computer. 

I take real pride in coffee service with red statement lipstick on, so it's a bit off a bummer to have to skip it. Last week was not for red lipstick, but this week surely would have been. In this place, they appreciate my red statement lips, though over done make-up is seen as inappropriate. Especially for coffee service, they like it. Mind that these are cranky old frumps, not used to much. But they get the red statement lips and they love my coffee. It's bad not being capable to do so this morning. But sick is sick, and I should not overwork myself. Let's go back to bed, and see if I can get some more sleep. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.