Good evening at the 11th off April, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

It's a beautifull and sunny day outside in Spring, in The Netherlands. 

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I'm not doing that bad. I mean, I talk to mycelf and I'm distant with fellow clients, but I'm not doing bad since Spring is the most beautifull off seasons in Zaandijk. It's gorgeous with all the flowers out. It lends itself perfectly for some sweet walks and photography. People on my Facebook love it, and so does my mom. This whole season is too beautifull, and I'm sensitive for the beauty off Mother Nature. The pink blossoms soothe my mood. And so do the tulips, the daffodils and the beautifull gems in the gras I can't name. An example?

These are some off my images. It's so beautifull. It's my idea off heaven. At least what I've read about heaven. Usually I spam my facebook with these. The elderly ladies love it. I took pictures off our Japanese Cherry Blossoms from the shared balcony at the first floor off my flat. It was really a good idea. The trees look perfect from that perspective. It's an ode to Easter, almost. At least this surrounding makes Easter less dry. Just like the May month- It's all dwelling in beauty for the eye to see. It's the high point off the year in this place. At least they don't take away the flowers. Everything is very expensive, but flowers outside are so durable, they keep coming back each year, so the government hasn't cut costs on them so far. I might be a simple soul to enjoy these. I just love them. Simple, senile, or a bit sensitive. I love it. I barely dare to show up at de Zaanse Schans, crowded with tourists as I expect it, otherwise it just screams 'Picture me.' Life outside is perfect nowadays. Walks, photography, sitting on outside benches, all sorts off things that are seen as hyper old fashioned, are great at the moment. It's beautifull. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.  

Good evening at the 7th off April. 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was bright, and almost too sunny in The Netherlands. 

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This morning was for baking appeltaart. From a 66 cent baking mix with donated spices, donated raisins and an donated egg. I measured the ingredients sober and well. Not to spoil too much. 

Spices are from the Toko, and the Elstar apples where on a discount. I adjusted two hands off roughly chopped walnuts to it. It's two tablespoons off cinnamon, one tablespoon off kardamom, one teaspoons off grounded cloves, half a teaspoon off nutmeg, and two teaspoons of star anise. Mom already donated these spices during this winter, I was sober with them. It will be for tomorrow evening's afternoon coffee at de Boed, community centre in Zaandijk. I hope they'll use the nice green decorated plates. It's how we can have appeltaart for relatively cheap. My appeltaart is usually a bit spiced. I wished to prepare it this winter, but I had no energy for it. But here it is. 

At the moment, I sit in my living room with a pilch off water in front off me. We have to drink, otherwise we would die. I think I do well, despite less luxury, despite harsh circumstances, despite those nasty headaches all the time. I think I do well. I feel I still love life. It's a thing I do: I love life. Life is beautifull. It's not necessairily fun, but it's beautifull and I believe in sweet old Karma to take care off me. And the world. That's what it does nowadays. It's what I believe. It's what I see. 

I can't even go to the shop to buy flowers, but this year I will try to clean my dressoir and take pride in more cleanliness. My head hurts too much for it, and I feel too weak. It's not much off a year for Easter to begin with. (Though that may sound like a lame excuse.) I made space this morning I'm not likely to fill. Luckily I don't have kids. Or a spouse that would expect me to do elsewise. At least this home is not empty. It's sweetly decorated and full enough not to be empty. And no Easter decorations is not a miss. I think I'm not the only one in this flat building who does nothing for Easter. I think I'd better be glad I can show up alive at an Easter feast this year if it continues like this. Let's make that washed, with a dash off a scent, and they better be gratefull this big old star appeared there alive and well. Haha. (Please read that sarcastically. I don't like to display arrogance.) Someday, somehow I'll make more out off Easter. But let's not promise. 

Tomorrow will be for cleaning the toilet, and doing laundry. We need basic hygiene and clean clothes. Also during this time off being. Even a weak mental patient who is easily tired can do that. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.   

Edit: This is a slice off Dutch applepie with our coffee this evening. People complimented me on it a lot. It was really nice for an ordinairy day like this, with little to happen. Sometimes people need a kind pick-me-up. It worked tonight. 

Thank you for reading! 

Good morning at the 7th off April, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

This night it's cold and dark outside in The Netherlands. Nights are freezing, days are beautifull. 

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I still don't feel it for Easter. I don't have Easter decorations in my home yet, and I don't miss them, but it starts to itch a bit. 'I should do it...' starts to creep up inside a bit. All I need this year is a branch. I still got decorations in storage that look good. Previous year, I purchased a few nice Easter charms for the branch. I think they will work well again this year. I also got a Mr and Mrs. Easter rabbit. A pink Pip-Studio like chicken basket and a few bold coloured eggs for inside it. It's just that I'm not really certain. As if something ruined my feeling for Easter this year completely. Maybe it's the news. I have been fanatically watching the evening news for a week or so. It's as if I would do violence to Easter by putting it up in a war year. My mom doesn't feel like it, either. She hasn't got her branch and decorations up, either. Naw, what we think off as suitable would be yellow flowers. That's a spring tradition in our family. A simple yet classy bush off yellow flowers, preferably tulips, instead off all off those decorations. Which feel a bit out off tune this year. Maybe I should do that. A cute bush off yellow tulips on my dressoir, integrit yet nice and simple as it looks during this droopy Easter. I think flowers are a whole lot off something on itself already. Gratefull as we should be for having them in our country. I think off this song, 'Het regent harder dan ik hebben kan, harder dan ik drinken kan...' And it suits my feeling for Easter 2025. ('It rains harder than I can handle, harder than I can drink.') So, an integrit bush off yellow tulips for me during this Easter. Simple yet appropriate. I think I will go after that this week. 

I think if I tidy and clean my dressoir and put it in a nice vase, I did my best for it well enough. Let's hope the Spring gods agree with me. It might have been diffrent if I had kids, but I don't. So I think it's not much off an issue not to have an outstanding Easter on this year. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

 

 

Good evening at the 4th off April, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was bright and sunny in The Netherlands. 

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You know what, they should have written down in Twilight how Edward Cullen raised his kid, because that's really difficult. Everyone thinks they can pop out kids nowadays, but honest, a death horse can do it- But it's really difficult to raise them well. I might repeat this joke in the future. Having kids is no joke. 

It's beautifull weather, it's scorching already for my skintype. It's a very sunny day in spring. I barely feel like home cooking anymore. By the end off the day, I'm always so tired it's usually pizza or take away. I eat lunch and breakfast every day, but dinner is such an issue for a single, mental person on heavy medication, I lack energy and I can't really rock it like the olden days. I don't starve, but it's such an issue. I have no energy for better. I do my best, but I'm so tired and drained from the day. 

I think the world will be solved in the future, but it's not near soon. Maybe I'm a slant old optimist. Thinking there will be peace and a normal president for the United States, but in the somewhat distant future. Honest, 2027 will be the worst year for all off this, but there will be peace again one day. I don't know if everyone who wants to, can still read my blogs. Since it's all so expensive by then. It's just that it's not the end off the Earth, that would be shocking. I'm convinced, but who am I to fool? Maybe you should all see for yourselves. I just should remember not to act like an optimist weirdo. People think I'm crazy if I would do so. 

And really, Americans can't have Dutch coffee on a large scale anymore in the nearby future due to import taxes. Or our cheese, or our flowers. It's bad for them. Everyone knows nothing comes near Dutch coffee off good quality. The world is not as connected as it used to be nowadays. It's a loss for everyone. The World was an understanding, a real power statement for everyone, everyone was connected, and if you wanted to, you could belong. Even if in a diffrent time, you would have been the biggest nobody on the planet. Nowadays The World is not capable to hold up it's pants anymore due to costs and war. I think The World is not as connected as it used to be to The Internet, so I don't know who reads, and if people can still read. Who would have thought we still had to fight out a war, dressed and dolled up in 90's fashion? At least that's my idea, young people have no money for dressing up, and above a certain age or rich all fights stuff out in 90's fashion. I miss the idea off a connected 'The World.' before it all came down. Broad mindedness is not usuall anymore. It's a miss. I wish you would see what I see, and it's not the standard for the future. But then you have to be a really good seer. And I better don't claim that anymore. But for the next 5 to 7 years, we're stuck in it. It's also in my beliefs. Somewhere in between my ears. It's not how I would like to raise children and young people, in this narrow mindedness. It's difficult. I'm a globalist who believes in equal rights. That used to be a cool thing, now I better shut up. 

These are dangerous times. And something I see as justice is far off. Nowadays, it's really local, close by, our own lawn- all those things that don't require internet, or import or export. I post pictures off stuff my neighbours would like to see. Fancy and old as they are. Like flowers, or old Zaan houses. I think I do well to it, under these extremes, I make myself a well-behaved kid. Floral beauty, timeless and under any circumstances agreeable. I have people to take count off, I better don't go overboard. And they like me and my style. At least what I think is timeless, nice and agreeable. To misbehave is such a thing for rats. Or maybe people with less off an understanding with their neighbours. That's why I might look a bit frumpy on Facebook. It keeps me going. And I can afford. I don't know how I would have been among my own age, or just care takers. I think it means I care about my neighbours and fellow clients. It's a dark world, but at least I try not to offend them. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.  

   

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- 

Thank you for reading.  

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. 

Allright, that's about it for now, - 

Thank you for reading. 

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- 

Thank you for reading. 

 

 

 

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.  

Good evening at the 12th off March, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was a cold yet nice day in the Netherlands. 

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I have been photographing my meals and my coffees all the time, and been posting it on Facebook. People might think I'm crazy and annoying, but it's my way to show gratitude to food. It's darn expensive as it already is. I think during this time and day off age, a picture on the internet shows the right kind off appreciation. I'm gratefull I still have it, and out off gratitude my food deserves nice tableware. Even if it's something simple. I think it's a bit foreign to treat food like that. In the Netherlands, we barely did so anymore. I would say it's southern European, but English are also masters in fancy tableware and making it look polished in serving. Nowadays, food doesn't deserve any less than such appreciation. That's my opinion. Serving it nice, despite it's moderation I try. Not shoving it thoughlessly in anymore, and gulp like a pig on it. It's really more class if we value nicely. And yeah, take a picture off it and somewhat flaunt if I do so. I hope it doesn't sound too strange or crazy. I just got a voice in my head saying we should treat food with the right amount off respect, expensive as it is. And yes, I feel like I've dined like royalty. Despite smaller portions and smaller amounts. If you have the opportunity, or the dishware to do so, maybe it's a good idea for you. I try to picture it really tastefull. It's just that I've done so all the time, and my Facebook audience might get a bit annoyed. I hope not. 

It's a really mindfull way to treat food. We should not treat it respectless anymore. But that's how I see it. 

 This is one example off doing this. We see one Kaiser bun with molten cheese and ham, and a large glass off milk served on my nice breakfast plate. 

On here we see Brussle sprouts with boiled potatoes and a home made meatball. I cook like this, it deserves gratitude and praise. And it's on a nice pink dining plate. i also try to picture beautifully. 

 

And here we have my afternoon coffee at de Boed, with one Easter cookie. See, I'm that rigid, I'm even gratefull for this and post it on Facebook. I picture almost all my food. Coffee and cookies are expensive. Especially for people with a low income. But we got it handed for free each day here. It deserves gratitude and praise. I hope I don't come off too desperate. Or too rigid. But it's how I feel about it. Food is something to be gratefull for. Even a bit more during this day and age. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

Good morning at the 10th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

This period was a time where temperatures where getting kinda agreeable, just like weather circumstances. Also during night time. We're heading towards a colder period, but the weekend was really lovely. 

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This weekend was not for baking. But previous week I made a quark tart. I think they had nothing to complain, I still bake frequently for them and they can do without for a weekend. It's not as if it's an obligation. So I think, so they would tell me themselves when I appologize for it. So agreed upon: It doesn't matter. 

Previous week I came up with a real nice method for quark tart with cherries and liquid from jar. The result was really delicious. 

And health care brought out their most fancy pastry plates for it. I even purchased the whipped cream for this. People enjoyed it. For this method, you have to let cherries from jar leak out, and you have to catch up the jar liquid. If the package requires water, (In this case about 300 ml) you use cherry liquid, and cherries can be stirred through at the end. So you'll have perfect cherry strawberry flavour. I think jar cherries are still kinda affordable. They're not expensive. I think it would make a perfect treat for my personal birthday, either. It's been really a good idea. This has been for Friday. It's just that the weekend went by a bit dry for them without baking. 

I watched all kinds off TV shows this weekend, and started to read a book. 'Before the coffee gets cold.' by Toshikazu Kawaguchi. It's a novell from Japan. And so far it's really good. 

I haven't finished it yet, but it's really next level when it comes to emotions, and emorional writing. I can see why this is populair. It's beautifull and I can recommend it if you're into a real good ghost story. 

Japanese novells really do it for me recently. Aside books with Japanese philosophies, these make good reads in my opinion. It's really fascinating, and well-written. Not like a manga, but more personal and emotional. With more realistic people. It's beautifull. 

That's how I keep buisy these days, novells, cd's, TV shows- it's less boring and dry than the previous 5 year or so where I could get nothing in and doing nothing was kinda standard. I felt the inspiration to take in media in moderation again. It's been a real big block to me the previous half a decade. Really difficult. But it's gone and these books make sweet entertainment. They're not too big or intimidating, and the style off writing is beautifull. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

De crisisboerin

 Goedemorgen iedereen, 

Het is buiten steenkoud deze nacht. 

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Ik heb mijn eigen draai gegeven aan mijn manier van leven tijdens deze crisis. Ik put inspiratie uit het boeren landleven van mijn voorouders, en het idee van de crisis van de jaren '30 van de vorige eeuw. Ik weet gek genoeg hoe ik ermee om moet gaan, alsof de inspiratie al heel lang in me zit: Als een crisisboerin. Met Vintage Belle meubilair en serviesgoed, ouderwets en goedkoop eten, en het goed schoon houden van mijn woning. Heel gek, vroeger schaamde ik me lichtelijk als ik iemand op bezoek kreeg, nu kunnen ze elke week langs komen en ik heb niks om me voor te schamen, zo knus, gezellig, schoon en opgeruimd als het hier is. En goedkoop, voedzaam boeren eten. Verse groenten, aardappelen en vlees, of een verspakket, en goede tosti's, roomboter, eieren en goed fruit. Als ik voor de rest zuinig ben, kan het er van af. Dan kan ik later met andere snobs snobben dat ik verse groenten en fruit te eten had 'tijdens de oorlog.' Want meer weelde had ik niet. Nou ja, het huis is lichtelijk weelderig. Maar wel op zo'n manier dat het ingetogen is, en je het zou kunnen vinden op een chique ouwe boerderie die romantisch is aangekleed. Het is heel gezellig, een ouderwetse idyle. Eigenlijk meer gebaseerd op de chique tut-kant van de early 10's. Gewoon het normale leven voor de meesten in Noord-Holland van vóór de oorlog. Het vergt aardappelen schillen, en groenten snijden, en eieren bakken. En je moet niet lui zijn en lichtelijk bekwaam in de keuken. Ik noem mezelf 'de crisisboerin.' In een gewone tijd is het heel goedkoop en simpel eten, tegenwoordig ben ik blij dat ik het nog heb en het nog kan betalen op zo'n manier. En er is niks mis met vintage boerin spelen. Er gaat hier nog altijd een zweem van trots uit naar vintage crisis boerinnen. Dus eigenlijk is het een soort eer. En het helpt. Me erdoor laten inspireren helpt om het het hoofd te bieden en ermee om te kunnen gaan. Ik heb natuurlijk geen gezin en koeien op stal, maar het helpt voor mezelf om de sfeer er een beetje in te houden. In de antieke groene weelde van oud Zaandijk ga je 'm ook voelen als je zo wenst te leven. Dan word je iets trotser op het dure eten als het goed is, en is het niet meer zo erg als het simpel is. Als je boerenland een trots vind. Zeker voor Nederland en Hollands welvaren is het goed. Ik wil niet extreem rechts klinken, maar met een zweem van trots eten als het vers en goed is, is niet erg. Zeker niet als het duur is. Het maakt het minder erg dat het minder is en het zuinig moet. En ik kies meestal fruit inplaats van snoep en andere rotzooi. Omdat het heel gezond is. Dat is ook al zo oud als de wereld. Een crisisboerin eet goed fruit inplaats van snoep. En ze leeft betrekkelijk eenvoudig, maar trots. En het helpt. Het is mijn manier om de crisis het hoofd te bieden. 

Ik hoop dat je er wat aan hebt, 

Bedankt voor het lezen!   

Good morning at the 5th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

This night it's icy cold in the Netherlands. 

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Europe is going to invest 800 billion in warfare, politics head more to the right and the conservative, and there are voices to start nuclear power plants in The Netherlands at a scale where it was first unthinkable. All due to war. Let me tell you this: It's going to be like this for the entire upcoming decade. We have no choice and it will all be as shocking and conservative well behaved politically correct as a naked ass. It matches my 'worst case.' visions. Even the war vehicles match the visions. Lump as they are. I hope it doesn't go wrong from here, it's a possibility. But in the main scenario we will get out off this. And things will turn out to be allright again after seven years from now. In 2032 the crisis is over, untill then it's big business for warfare. It even gets to a point where they want to re-work  coal-fired power stations and coal mines. It's getting that desperate for energy. And the fossil industry will reign. It's pitch black for environmental activists. We have no choice but to accept for now. We can't work against this big war fist. It is what it is. But once it will end. That's what I think I can say for now. That this shit won't be forever going on. And there will be true peace again. That's what I hold on to to keep my head held up high. (If that vision is correct. I doubt, doubt, doubt so much lately.) I heard a voice that 'This matery is great to put inspiration from, but not to blindly follow.' It's a shady way to get informed about this. I'm getting a bit insecure from things going on. And what if it turns out diffrent? Then I would make a fool out off myself. It's not over soon, but it will end in the relatively short term for such a war. And we have to take count off growth marks that are not correct. They are displayed way more sunny than they actually are. There is far less economic growth in Europe than what they tell us. Something is wrong with that. It's just not possible for me to prove. 

Offcourse I fear, fear that my vision goes wrong, and we will get on the wrong path. But I don't fear warfare itself, or the upcoming period too much. I don't want to talk right what's going on. It's not to my preference. It's just that I know we have no choice but to accept. Temporarily. We have to grid our teeth a bit deeper. Scratch euros a bit harder, and hope for the better in the future. One day, peace will come. It's just that it's less positive during this time and day off age. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.  

Good morning at the 4th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's a steady cold night in The Netherlands. 

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The art off crisis is to stay perfectly clean. I maintain, I do it. I just wonder if I can keep up with it after this crisis is done. To keep things just as smooth and fresh. I'm not that much off a home maker. Though it's perfectly maintained, and I cook foods several times a week. I had a voice in my head: 'Men wish their wife was like you. Even gay men wish their boyfriend was like you. Not for looks, for charms or money, but for maintaining a home and preparing fresh foods every day for them.' I'm not very emancipated. 'Oh, look. Maaike has done her chores and cooked food again.' Often I post about it on the internet, with pictures. I got the perfect old fashioned Dutch name siding it, making people feel very homey and comfortable. But it's a woman who has done all that. I don't mind when people feel like that with me, it's the biggest compliment I can get. I'm almost part off Dutch authenticity myself with such a name. People think I'm cute for doing all that. But it's role convirmation. Not that I have a man, I'm too sick and too poor for that. But maybe I set a wrong example or a certain tone off voice for this. Though I love it. I'm not doing bad with it. People love me for it, and I think my mom is proud. But maybe I'm a bit old fashioned with all off it. Though I feel that during this crisis, it's more necessairy than ever. I'm such a cozy goose with what I do with this name, it's how men fall better in love in the Netherlands than with the most seductive barbie doll. When a woman has a cute, old fashioned name, and does what I do. But will I keep up with it? It's a certain pressure under which I seem to work well. I used to slack before. The home was more off a mess, and cooking was diffrent. Sure, after the crisis I will still be making pancakes, or mop the floor and cook authentic Dutch foods, but as steadily frequent as today? Or does the Rockchick in me take over and let it all fly by? I better don't. I'm watched by this care organisation. It makes me feel a bit insecure. I do very well for my doing, simply feeling the importance off this a little more. And I have several fans among friends I don't want to let down. I hope the demons and the monsters which would make me screw up will stay away in me after this crisis. It's quite a role on my shoulders. Maybe I could tie it a little less strict. Give more air to myself. But darn, can my parents be proud off what I do? Keeping the home clean, keeping myself clean and fed, entertaining the nation with it during war time- all off that. During this era it goes more fluently than during other times. Today will be for the laundry, and washing up in the kitchen, ever since yesterday it's been a mess. And then taking it more slow for the rest off the week. Handy thing about doing chores on Monday, is that it's done for the rest off the week. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.     

Good morning at the 3th off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's a dark and cold night in The Netherlands. 

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I feel I'm full with inspiration to cook daring things. It's a bit outstanding, since lately I felt like preparing potatoes, vegetables and meat all the time. My way, it's delicious, but it's the other end off edgy, it's as dull as the streetbricks in this country where you can stil cook anything. 

What would work: An affordable Albert Heijn. And people who are less stuck up with our Dutch culture and tradition. It's just that this way off eating is very affordable, you get everything in when it comes to nutritions, and it can count on mass appreciation when you show such a plate on the internet. And it's good if prepared well. So it has it's pro's. During crisis, it feeds the nation, so I should not look down on it. It's just that untill the crisis broke out, untill I had to eat at de Boed actually, I could call myself a foodie. With several creative cookbooks on the shelves. By renowed Dutch chefs who have put their heart and soul in it. I loved trying all sorts off food, and work with receipes from these books and the internet. When eating at de Boed, I could display my talent several times. I was allowed to cook foods in their professional health care institute kitchen several times, and I had an almost professional soup kitchen where I could play. The results where always perfect. Always very satisfied eaters, fancy old audiences who could appreciate, and ratchet fellow client men with their heart at my feet for my food. 

I don't seek an audience for my food work these days. Just playing around in the kitchen would be great, like we used to in the good old '10's. It's just that it's more expensive than ever. I had a thought where with Saturn, Aries could grid the stones in it's stomach for these expensive prices, while with Uranus some time ago he could enjoy great foods. (Saturn in Aries will be from 2025 untill 2028, The Uranus in Aries transit was from 2011 untill 2019) Neptune, the great inspirator, will be in it for a longer period. And maybe it's Neptune that gives me that inspiration. It's just that sad insight that with Saturn in Aries, the world can grid the stones in their stomach when it comes to food. Just a sincere thought. Saturn in Taurus will give us the tableware but no foods on it, and Saturn in Gemini will finally make us (all, also the low incomes.) eat again in moderation. It's really a sad insight. With these food prices. I don't litterally have to grid stones, I have to duck prices with potatoes, vegetables and meat. And I heard the prices even will be increased. Just like the energy costs. You could say I'm lucky for not litterally having to grid the stones in my stomach, I should be gratefull for it, and a care taker would rant I'd better be, since 'there are so many sad and sore people who can't eat to begin with' and so on. It just doesn't make the foodie in me happy. Untill 2019, I had diffrent acces to foods, with affordable  XLAlbert Heijns beyond the corner. Or if it would have been like this, I would have just been stretching my leggs to Aldi and Lidl. But those times are over. I live very far off from shops in this current town. I mainly order from the Picnic grocery app. It comes in very handy, and it's fruits and vegetables always look perfect. I hope it's fresh fruits I can grid instead off stones. But I'm too poor to be working my hobby as a foodie. I can just still eat good. Old fashioned way healthy, and have three meals a day. But I'd better forget it when it comes to big masterpieces in the kitchen. I think the New Moon in Aries doesn't give the right inspiration this time, as a warming up to the upcoming transits. Planets in Aries make me very creative in the kitchen. It causes inspiration to do so. It's not known for it, but it has that effect on me. Combined with the old Pluto in Capricorn, my food was a true work off art at that time. I call it my Ikigai, like how Japanese call such energy. It's a waste off money nowadays. Money we better be spare with. 

'Armoede houd een mens knap.' (Poverty keeps a person decent.) Like how an old neighbour used to say often before she died. Being this poor, I don't have to be concerned causing witchcraft in the kitchen, and lose my mind over an own-thought out receipe and become delusional about something, and it gets too good to be true when I do so. Messy kitchens, and health care that can't keep me under control when I do so. I can't control myself when I let it run out too freely. But then I would finally be practicing a hobby again. Most off the time, I'm not that free anymore with creative energy. I keep myself a bit caught up. To not make this flat messy. Since they would not like me to do that. There's a lot off reasons to be moderate at the moment. But I feel inspired to do things. Maybe I should practice my inspiration a bit diffrent, or follow a few parts instead off some idiotic things. Otherwise I might fall in love with an unknown man again I got delusional about. Delusions can be that lethal. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.   

  

Good morning at the 2nd off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

Tonight it's cold outside in The Netherlands. 

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Today is not for sharing a baking, since I had a friend over for a tea visit yeaterday. I had too little time to bake something. But I think it's not that much off an issue. And little do we have to celebrate. People can sign in their tax forms. Whooptiedo. It's really not much off a festive weekend, also taking in consideration what happened in the Oval office related to world peace. I think to have baked would have been inapropriate. Simply to have had someone over for tea is not a crime. But my fellow clients hopefully will get it. Though I think I'm going to hear they miss it today. 

I'm a bit sensitive for what's appropriate, and what isn't. I try not to be unsensitive or ignorant with things. Most off the times I care, untill I realize it's a waste off my energy and it stops. Sometimes I'm a bit hard headed in that. It's important to care, and be capable to take care. If not for someone else, then certainly for one's self. We should not be selfish, spoiled and indulged, but the basics for life need maintaining. Even in these times. It's important to care enough for yourself to do it. 

I think Natasha Marchal only cares for the make-up and the lipstick I wear. Not for the message and the blogs I have written about her. Shallow and empty hearted as she always has been. My beauty doesn't depend on make-up. And it's not the latest limited edition in make-up that gets you there. She wish she could get it with make-up. But that's all she cares about. In my head, I saw people caking on thick layers off vulgair make-up after my previous blog, thinking they could get close to look like me that way. (But it's a diffrent kind off beauty. Simply to splurge make-up for it is not my thing.) Not even caring about what I said. I think Natasha Marchal is jealouse at my beauty, thinks Mark is in love with me, and can't stand me for that reason. It's such a tut. And she doesn't listen to what I have to say. That itches most about it from my side. It's not the Catrice limited edition that does it. But I think there's no sane conversation possible with that woman. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.  

 

 

Good morning at the 1st off March, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

Today promises to be dreary and cold. 

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Natasha Marchal thinks, or rather forcefully would insist, I would forgive her the owl wicker from 2014. That owl was a scam. It was as if she was scapegoating me, and it was really screwing me over after I made up my mistakes with Mark in private messages. That's what happened, and then they came up with that really insultive owl. It was not right what they did with it. As if it was another snitch to me personally. It's not forgiven. It was really offensive and she should have known better than to put up such an insult after things to have been sensitivily to have been made up. At least with her husband, since such an insult is enough to put on the weblog again. Just like her snatchy remark at Keltfest 2015. She was utmost mean towards me on both events. Back in your cage, bitch! And forget it, we're not friends, and appearently, we never have been. I'm so happy I can state that freely on my own weblog, and Vana Events isn't a dictatorship with actuall powers in the real world. Where I'm free to speak. Power comes with responsibility, and actually sensing what's right and what isn't. What you can and can not do. Not everything is legit. 

Natasha Marchal may appear weak, but it's all nasty cruel meanness underneath. She's not what she appears to be. She's ink black evil on the inside and you should know. It's not what everyone thinks she is. It's no miracle Mark divorced the evil snake. She's really venomous. And she should behave. Knowing what and what not to say when something is sensitive. You can't put up everything towards me. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

 

  

Good evening at the 28th off February, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was grey and rainy in The Netherlands. 

*

Every often, when I feel poor, I send a postcard to grandma, I do the laundry, and then do my nails. I don't know why, I feel a little more rich when doing so, though my postcards nowadays are donated by mom, including the poststamps, laundry wash comes from the storage room, and my nailpolish is cheap. But it's a certain way off maintaining which requires small luxury. It does when I feel broke. It causes good moods, among myself, grandma and care staff, and it gives more off a clue when I feel low on money. it works. I'm not Buddha, teaching others how to solve things a certain way, nor a preacher telling you what to believe. But it's a tip and maybe you got something onto it when you feel poor. A feeling most off us can't escape these days. But maybe you feel better by performing these small acts. Though I have to be honest, mom donated the postcards and the poststamps. And the laundry wash did not came in cheap, but I've been hoarding it. And washing with it feels luxurious and my laundry is done and smells nice. And yes, cheap nailpolish, but 'on the shelves.' In fancy colours and with shines in them. Mainly by Essence or Catrice. You feel a little more fancy when you've done so. 

What also gives that certain feeling nowadays, and what keeps me truly happy, is to perfectly bake a basic, plain pound cake and share it at de Boed, community centre in Zaandijk ment for mental patients. It's nothing more fancy than just simple cake, but you should see how happy it makes people. A slice off fresh cake with their plain coffee on a Sunday afternoon. They're so gratefull. It's not much for a hobbyist like me, who is used to much more decadent bakings, but I still got this. And it's a bit off appropriate pride to bake 'em perfect every time nowadays. Simply to keep up spirits and not get cranky. As someone who always has been poor in my youth, I know what it's like to live with little. And we should not let it get the best off us. It's less than my old way off baking, but at least we have it and it still makes them happy and gratefull. I think I'm going to remind that about them. How little it took for them to be gratefull. A slice off fresh made cake, a cup off fresh brewed coffee, to sing a nice song for them- and I make their day with it. To me it's as if these nice people are happy with almost nothing. And it works for me. Maybe since they're older. If they where my age or younger, I think they would be more spoiled. But these people are so gratefull, I love it. There's a certain Japanese wisdom about being kind. I believe in it when it comes to this. I'm not perfect at being kind all the time, but I try. It's hard to stay kind nowadays, and it's impossible to keep on seeing the good in people. I failed at that, but I did not fail in my attempt at local kindness. I grid my teeth, and I keep on trying. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.    

  

Good evening at the 27th off February, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

This evening it's raining outside. It's been cold. But doable if you had to be inside all day. 

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Maybe the 'O' - word was a bit too much on the previous weblog. I imagine steady camping boys who are not off my interest falling out off a pine cone tree on Corsica when reading that. And really, I'm not after that effect. Not with the camping boys. And honest, there's interesting men, and there's camping boys. But you know it, you got them reading it. I'm not really attractive either, but, you know, it's the wrong kind off attention from the wrong audience. I think I should keep my words tame on here to keep a nice image, and to keep the wrong male gaze out. It's a statement and personal life blog, we're not after that sort off attention. I want my neighbours to be capable to watch without feeling ashamed, and my neighbours are over their 70's. Or do I? Then I should really tame it down. It's a lame excuse. I just don't want le them camping boys to 'feel it.' due to that word.   

Today was for being sick at home after coffee service. I felt really sick after it, and stayed in for the entire afternoon. I got visited by a care taker who was really nice company and helped me through. Making me watch Spirit on Netflix. It was a nice film. Really worthit the watch, and the feeling faded somewhat throughout the evening. I have no fever, and they're not after determing what my problem is. So I'm actually a bit gloomy in for no official reason. But it's no big problem. Latest gadget from the care office: Armpit thermometers. I think I don't want to know how gross that thing actually is. They used to have ear thermometers with plastic caps, so it's been quite hygienic. They put it in my ear to measure if I had a fever. I wonder what happened to it, they should bring it back. I think that armpit thing is too gross. 

So, I ended up staying in watching a film. It's no punishment in my cute tiny home. That's the luck I got with this. I promised tomorrow I will attend for coffee at de Boed again. But being in and taking it easy has priority if it 'has to be and feel like this.' 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

   

Good morning at the 27th off February, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

This night is very cold, close to freezing point. 

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We should not compare ourselves to others, it's a rule off thumb for the internet. Meanwhile a voice in my head started saying: 'Some cheeks just look like an orgasm, while yours...' when looking at a make-up video where the YouTuber really had done her best on her cheek make-up, blusher, liquid shimmering bronzers, pretty highlighter, another shiny blush- really like the starsign Pisces ideal off cheeks. (They're known, or at least I know them, for being fancy. And fond off make-up.) 

In my head, it started to compare hers to my video where I just wore the blush 'Berry Cute.' And my cheeks just wheren't it. I'm not jealouse. I'm just comparing. The voice saying I should make more work out off my cheeks. I come from a period where I felt all grungy, rebelling aginst the beauty ideal. Someone broke my heart, and I just did not feel like being overly pretty. Actually, I felt like doing the complete opposite and do more like anti-war statement looks on myself. They're expecting you to combat with better looks, while I actually think off him as a complete loser not worthit the fight. So no overdone make-up for him from me, just ugly, broken hearted anger and grunge. And anti-war statements, since, let's face it, we're in a war-era. But it's not because I wanted to portray Marilyn effin Monroe that I started to wear red lipstick. Red lipstick is known as statement lipstick. I always picture myself with it and post it on Facebook when I do so. Not for the men, but for the peace - statement. Just like my haircut and the dirty blonde hairdye. It's statement. Though I felt being a little more playfull with it yeaterday and blowing air into it. 

  

This is what I look like nowadays, it's not like total neglect or deep rotten depression anymore. I started to do my refined 'beauty secrets.' again, that make me look better. It's not total neglect, but it's been four crushes and a whole new life later ever since that low-hearted jerk broke me. Seven years, actually. And meanwhile I felt like falling for four other men and recently I felt like saying that neglected look goodbye and go for it again. My cheeks don't look like a make-up orgasm yet, but I'm getting my natural self togheter again. 

 

This is me with my statement wear. Anti-war statement red lipstick, and the statement haircut in dirty blonde. I also wear some mascara on this picture. I serve coffee each week with this on. My coffee audience loves it and started calling me Marilyn Monroe. (With all respect to her.) But it's not the effect I'm after. This is ment to be statement. I take effort for the lipstick, I use balm, liner, a lipbrush and cotton tips to make it look good. This world is too rotten serious for badly done statement lips. People say it's too bold, but we're at a death serious war. It can't be bold enough. It's what I care about. Moonlight flushed orgasm cheeks are probably after I got proposed or so. Otherwise I don't see myself doing them. But maybe I got somewhat inspired. Doing pretty princess cheeks on myself. Lately, I have been doing pearl nails, so maybe I'm a bit bitten by the pearls and the shimmers. A coffee lady should look pulled well-togheter and fancy. While she serves outstanding coffee, and knows what to do in the coffee room. 

I think statement looks kick more ass than all the other looks at the moment. Pretty or not, it's the least we can do for Ukraine and peace. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading 

 

Good afternoon at the 22th off February, 2025, 2.

 Good afternoon everyone, 

Today is a dreary day in the Netherlands, it's somewhat warmer than a few days ago, but it's still grey and dark. 

*

Today was for baking a cake from scratch. 

Without a package, own bought eggs, but with self-rising flour. It's been made according to the basics off baking cake. It might not seem like much, and it's for our Sunday afternoon coffee. But please remember that in crisis Netherlands, cream butter and eggs are already expensive. It might seem simple, but we should take these times in consideration. Still, I wanted to bake a good ordinairy cake. And to share it tomorrow since it keeps them a bit more happy than what they usually are. I mean fellow clients. To keep people feeling a bit nice, despite everything. It's the basic cake receipe, but made really well. To beat more air in the batter, and to bring it to nice taste. It's plain, but it's pride in all it's commonness nowadays. And yes, they love it. It's good enough for shabby old fellow clients with their fresh cup off coffee on a Sunday. Crisis Netherlands, it's plain, but we can live. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.   

Good afternoon at the 22th off February, 2025.

 Good afternoon everyone, 

Today is a grey day in the Netherlands. 

*

I changed my mind, I think there won't be peace soon after all, not some sort off insight from the universe, but just a general idea off the process off peace conversations between Trump and Putin, especially when the rest off them don't agree on what Trump has to say. We shouldn't hang out the flag too early. And we should be weary. Who am I to say so? Well, err.... I'm just a person who suspects it won't be peace soon. I think the world can hold on to it's survival methods to keep their budget sane. For another year at least. It's really lethal to do wrong peace predictions, but my insights are so vague and blurry, I just can't do so. In my 'worst case scenario.' It was 2028. And we lost the war. That means we're still in it very deep. If this situation doesn't clear up, it's just a blast from Trump. Not a real peace agreement. I think it's getting to look more and more like that. It's too unclear to see, but after what I've read in the news, the Republican party in the U.S disagreeing with Trump, I think it won't be serious peace soon. I think this war is really going to screw us over. Just like this decade. That's all I think I know. I just don't know when it will be peace, I just started to think these conventions are not going to do it. What am I? A specialist? With a little luck I'm too unimportant to be declared off importance for all off this. Otherwise I'm stupid. I think my predictions should not be taken serious. That would be too much. Unless it's a 'worse case scenario.' prediction, and it helps you to prepare for the longer term. Then please take it serious, and do what you need to do to keep your situation healthy and liveable. Then I might sound like an expert, but I'm familiair with long term poverty. So I think I know a few things about that. But that's not really a prediction. Just make certain you can survive for somewhat off a long time. That's what I think is for sure. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.  

Good morning at the 16th off February, 2025, 2.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's promising to become a very cold day in the Netherlands. 

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The ponds near by, where there are ducks swimming, are as stiff frozen as that strange cold feeling that haunted me some time. It's dark, deep ice water. It's too thick to survive. The ducks at the local pond can't swim when it's this thickly frozen. It's somewhat like the vision in my head. As if someone or something with dark magic was trying to kill me by freezing me. It was really scary. It's just that it's off by now. Maybe the weather had a massive influence on it. It's been freezing a few degrees in the Netherlands these days. A freezing depression, it was really negative. I also had a massive headache all the time these days. Not really funny. It's been terrible. But I've escaped it, and it's gone. 

It's really good news when peace befalls us, I think it would do good for my mental state. I have been really worrying about it for a few years. And it's mainly that I feel with the poor people who can't afford groceries and feed their kids. I have been obsessively posting all off my meals on Facebook these months. Meals, and coffee with treats. To have to wage war over it, frightens me. Just the idea to starve makes me scared. Aside to the prices to everything when being on a low income. It's fearsome to me. I felt sad and close to desperate when they increased the prices off cream butter this week. 'Oh no, not again... what if this continues?' It's darn expensive allready. And not just cream butter. It's all groceries. It's really fearsome for me. I'm not poor, but I'm not rich either. I can afford, but for how long? Worries, worries.... And then those poor people who can't even do the laundry, and who wash with machines without laundry wash because they can't afford. You have them here. They're too proud when I offered them my laundry wash for free, (A Belle with a stock can miss a bottle or two when someone needs it.) but they're also worrysome. I wish everything would be put back to normal again, and people can start to live normal lives again. I feel such pity with them. I hope they can hang on untill peace. 

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Good morning at the 16th off February, 2025.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's still too dark outside to see the weather. 

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There are peace conversations between Russia and the United States. And honest, I really think it can end up to something. The worst horror scenario's off war are off when peace befalls us this May. I think this will be succesfull, simply because we are given no choice by the Americans. Then all my horror predictions, after my inner vision became mad and blurred, did not come true, and that better be for the greater good. Should we trust te proces? Honest, that's for now on. Maybe something else glimps in the future and is awaiting us. But for now the peace convention looks like it's going to end up succesfull. More succesfull than you'd think it would be, if you had a suspicious mind, like mine. It's promising. 

I just hope all economicall restrictions will be off after the war, and the inflation will be cut back to normal after peace in Ukraine took place. That would be a relief for me and my fellow clients at Leviaan, poor as we always have been. Honest, I think I rather want to be wrong with a longer term prediction, than being right with it and get a reputation as a seer when it comes to war. Though it makes me look like somewhat off an idiot. I think I shouldn't have minded it out loud in public to begin with. Especially since the end became muddied and unclear.  I think May 2025 for peace, but not for World Peace or big transformations. 

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Good evening at the 15th off February, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

It's been grey all day in the Netherlands, without rain. 

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Yesterday, my cake tasted utmost delicious and was a real treat to the public eating a slice at de Boed, community centre in Zaandijk. These fancy pastry plates come from a donation a store did to us some time ago. They look Belle enough to me. People really enjoyed it at Valentine's day, and it didn't cause darm cramps. So it was a good idea. 

Today was for preparing this 'Boerencake.' From a donated package, with donated eggs and left over cream butter. I got this serving plate from a give away shop. Tomorrow at a common Sunday afternoon it looks like a whole lot off something. I gave credit to the person who donated with a Facebook post. The cake came out whole and even, but it's because I use baking spray and flour in molds alltogheter. It really works. It's for de Boed, community centre in Zaandijk with their afternoon coffee on a Sunday.

I play this farmstyle Belle to an art. At least what I consider a countryside vintage Belle. It's retro, it's cheap, but do I give an idea off luxury and style to those poor people? I just don't know how they see it. All I know is they love it. They love the food. I think they barely care about the style I put it in. I had no comments, either negative or positive, about my retro style. And I just think it's adjust and it's somewhat comforting nowadays. It's really nice in my opinion. And it's really Zaandijk chique. The chique old fashioned. And given the audience, you can't put it any less polite. I wrote to my grandma in a postcard: 'At least Spring will be fine this year in Zaandijk.' And that we can be sure about. This place is old fashionedly decadent and covered in Spring flowers each year. Mainly daffodils. And that's what stands this year. It's really nice to put pictures off it on here this year. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

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Good evening at the 13th off February, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was dreary, cold and almost hauntedly grey at Gortershof, Zaandijk. 

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I'm typing you this while my nails dry. I'm wearing the soft pink pearl lacquer from the Catrice advent calendar from previous year. It's a cloud off purpleish pink, shiny with a soft glitter. Wearing pearl during a crisis? How dare you! 

I think I'm inspired by a care taker who does so, it's a fancy middle aged Muslim woman who always looks pulled togheter and wears fancy pearl nail polish. She's the real queen off pearl nailpolish at de Boed. Maybe I try to copy her. and my pearls are not expensive, and I think far from offensive. And it looks fancy, but it's a Catrice one. If you really want to look like you made it- wear pearl nailpolish, it doesn't matter how expensive it actually was. Or just wear it to be a bit out off line. It's beautifull, but it's not in fashion. 

Tomorrow it's Valentine's day. But I have no one and my head just isn't onto it. Maybe I should do something Really anti, like this one Valentine's day where I made creamy mustard soup. But it's too late, I already made cake for it. Something really anti, like wearing a yellow or a green, and just sit out the most unromantic headache you can have with it, while having potato cake. But it's heart-shaped. I have a terrible headache, for a few weeks now. It hurts so much these days I can't cook for myself. I had to fry eggs tonight for dinner. I was thinking off just doing unromantic house chores. But honest, I think it's surviving this headache tomorrow. Usually, this feeling vanishes. It's just that it's been holding on for a while. All I know is we're going to see if potato is a good idea in Valentine's cake tomorrow. I hope those 80 year olds can take it. I mentioned we have a lot off women in their early 80's at de Boed recently. They still look fresh and modern, you'd almost forget they're 80. But their youth was during the 60's and 70's, so you can't expect them to look dull. I think theyr're in for it. They just look somewhat fragile. But they're really sweet and cool for grannies. I hope I did well on that cake. I copy their music. And what de Boed think is adjust for their taste in music. Sometimes it's really funny, sometimes it's really cool and I like what they play. They're cool old women. 

Is there anything more anti- Valentine than sharing potato cake with old women at a daycare centre? It's heart shaped, and it's ment to celebrate Valentine's day, but more like a small celebration. Ed? my ass. I'm not in for it. I should dress nice, but not romantic. There's no one for me and there never has been. I've heard in the coffee room during my shift this morning, that coffee harvest failed in Brazil. And the shelves are hamstered empty at grocery stores. It's almost criminal with these prices to still have the black gold for us each day, morning, noon and evening. But we have it and that's what I believe. We have coffee during these days. And it's a better miracle than having the dragonslayer. 

I hope my headache won't feel too much like dying tonight, and I will survive and get over with it. But it's not something I can do, it comes up and it fades. I just took pain medication, but it's still there. I have the luck not to have someone tomorrow, I can sit out this pain at ease in my own home. Deal with the cramps, and be as annoying as I need to be dealing with my disease. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

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Good evening at the 12th off February, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was dreary and cold in old Zaandijk, Netherlands. It's good I did not let it get the best off me. It's almost haunted when it's as dreary as this. 

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This is my Valentine's cake for this year. It contains potato, orange and chocolate chips, and it's been enlarged from the Aviko receipe, (Aviko is a potato brand, They also sell Pommes duchesses, Pommes Parisiennes and fries. but I used freshly mashed potatoes instead off their mashed potatoes.) from their free potato cookbook. It's dedicated to Ed the dragonslayer. But I think he doesn't even know my name. It's been fun to make this, and people will have a slice off this with their afternoon coffee, at Valentine's day. Do I take it serious? No. Did I want to make something 'dedicated to love, for my people at de Boed.'? Yes, that's merely it. We're about to find out if mashed potato is a good idea in a cake. This heart shape just does it at Valentine's day. And it was a good excuse to use my baking skills again. It's been fun preparing this. And it's milk chocolate chips instead off dark. Like the receipe intended. This whole 'Ed the dragonslayer'- crush is fading. But do we celebrate Valentine's day alltogheter? Yes, we do. 

   Oh, come on. Valentine's day would be as dry as a rat's ass, the streetbricks have more to celebrate than we do, but do we have cake? I just hope I won't regret too much that I loved Ed the dragonslayer. For his manliness and his chest muscles. Those are all the right reasons for a marriage, offcourse, (No, I'm sarcastic.) but I better don't. I feel I'm not sane and safe enough. But we have cake on Valentine's day.

Allright, that's about it for now- 

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