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.