You have not heard from me in way too long. As always, this is because I am a bad, lazy blogger, because I have been cooking like mad, and because actual life got so exciting I forgot about virtual life.
First things first: I am a college student (again). Next year I’ll start a pre-master in Theatre Science only a small bike ride from my home, and the year after that the actual master. With courses like ‘Audience and Spectatorship’ as well as ‘Gender, Ethnicity and Culture-critiscism’, I could not be more excited.
I also recently decided to pick up the cello again. That was a big decision, I used to play it about 12 years ago. I played it for 7 years and was actually properly good before I quit because my teacher left for Germany and his replacements were mostly comical, and at times horrible. And I haven’t touched the instrument since. But I had my first lesson a few weeks ago, and things came back to me. It felt like the best thing I’ve done in ages (together with yoga maybe). So next September it will be new studies, new old instrument and same old cats. Now all I need is a cello…
The time you haven’t heard from me was mostly spent throwing parties, cooking with friends and reading books on food trends. You should read The Tastemakers, it is enlightening and fun. I took a lot of pictures. They are crappy phone pictures, but delicious looking ones none the less. I’ve started you off with what happens when you try to style a sandwich on your balcony. Sorry, did I say my balcony? I meant the cat’s balcony. You should also stay tuned for more cookbook-reviews. I cannot properly describe how great Afro Vegan is, nor how delicious the Oh She Glows Cookbook‘s arrowroot-ovenfries. The Blender Girl Cookbook wasn’t that much of a revelation, but the “How to take care of your blender”-part was very helpful. Little did I know I’ve always made smoothies exactly the wrong way around.
It also seems the cats have gone nuts. I recently saw Betty guard a piece of cardboard wrapped in Sellotape like Gollum watching the precioussss, while Fatty tried to get at it. Also, Betty wakes me if I don’t comply with her schedule (I went out and didn’t get to sleep until 5.30, she woke me up at 8.30, and proceeded to lick me until I was awake enough to pet her, ugghh). Fatty recently walked in with a paw covered in tar. She refused to let me clean it, I got scratched. Her back paw is still a dark grey instead of the usual white.