Monthly Archives: August 2012

+1 (a post NOT about math)

If my life was a tv-show (ha-ha), I would begin this episode with where it all ended last night: a shot of Annemerel and I in the car, singing (screaming) along loudly with Avril Lavigne, while driving down the highway on our way back home. I would let the viewers wonder HOW DID IT GET TO THIS POINT? And then I would pause the scene, enter with capital letters “EARLIER THIS DAY…” and let them see it all started with an invitation to the re-opening of a restaurant and Annemerel needing a +1.

(I guess my tv-show wouldn’t be that big of a hit).

Anyway, so yesterday I was “a plus one” to the opening of Umami in Rotterdam (again, for the foreigners, that is indeed near Amsterdam, like the rest of the Netherlands) and as you could’ve already guessed, it was a lot of fun. Now, I don’t want to brag or anything, but if yesterday was like highschool, we were TOTALLY sitting at the cool table. I’ll let the picture speak for itself. Ok, not, because that would be boring. But we do look like fun, right? That’s because it was! We had delicious food, the restaurant was cozy, the staff was very friendly and we had so much to chat about. It was amazing to finally meet Fleur and Marieke, have some more time to chat with Lindsey and it was also a lot of fun to meet Jolien (if my tv-show would be about vampires and werewolves and 50 shades of anything, she would totally be the character with the prettiest hair – and my tv-show would probably be a bigger hit).

Thanks so much for having me Umami, Miss Publicity and Lindsey. And of course a big thanks to you, Annemerel, for making me your +1 and turning up the volume on our way home ;)

(picture taken by Johan van Boven (with Jolien’s camera), the only guy who was allowed to sit at our cool table and who we shamefully bribed into taking a few (many) groupshots by waving our long lashes at him – take note kids)

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Probably the reason for my future inability of wearing clothing that doesn’t resemble anything worn by an elephant (if elephants ever wore clothing)

As you could have guessed by reading the title, I eat these delicious pancakes way too often. The pancakes make not only for a delicious breakfast, but also for a great lunch and dinner. That’s probably one of the main reasons why these are so dangerous! The recipe I use is adapted by one of the recipes from Jamie Oliver, one of my favorite chefs (I’m sorry Jamie, but Nigella stole my heart when she started posting her daily meals on facebook) and if you follow it to the letter, nothing can go wrong. My favorite toppings are strawberries with clotted cream & sugar, yum!

An extra sidenote: don’t use butter to prevent the pancakes from sticking to your fryingpan if you want the “real american pancake look”. You’ll see what I’m talking about when you try it out ;)

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The lost days

The last two weeks of my summerbreak have arrived and I can’t believe it’s almost over. School starts in two weeks, wow! Instead of stressing about that fact, I’m desperately trying to hold on to the mellowness I’ve been experiencing these last couple of weeks. My days consist of making long summer bike rides, reading books, good conversations, eating good food and watching the sun dissappear into the sea as often as I can. Today we spent a few hours by the water, drinking coffee, enjoying each others company and watching the boats pass by. I don’t want to sound all mushy, but it was lovely and I’m feeling happier than I’ve been in years. It’s like it’s supposed to be. These are the lost days.

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What I would do if I could organize the Olympics (hypothetically speaking of course)

Let me be honest: usually I don’t give a crap about sports. Sure, I will cheer for the dutch footbal team when they are kicking other peoples’ buts (quite literally sometimes), I’ll even wear a orange hat, but other than that I just don’t care. If you make me watch the Tour de France for 10 hours, I WILL be miserable. And no, I really don’t care who wins Wimbledon, up until this year I never even heard of the names Federer and Nadal. It all changed when I started watching the Olympic Games though. The Games melted my cold cold ‘I don’t give a crap about sports’-heart. THOSE ATHLETES.

But, I do have a few suggestions for the next organizer of the olympics. Or, let’s just say I would do some things differently if I could organize the olympics (hypothetically of course).

1. I would introduce a new olympic sport: Scrabble, because although I have two left feet, I want a golden medal too (I happen to be very good at it, ask my competitors who are still crying themselves to sleep every night).

2. In old times, ancient Greece to be precise, all the athletes were naked. Now, I know there is a lot going on about the economic crisis and stuff in modern day Greece, but I think those Ancient Greek were on to something. We should honor their tradition! Let’s not honor that tradition too much though. Back then there were only male athletes, so for modern times sake, I’ll be kind and let all the women wear clothes. The men on the other hand, namely the swimmers, hockey-men and rowers: me no gusta muchos clothing, capish?! Only cute Calvin Klein boxers are allowed. All those dwindeling genitals are a bit too much for my taste anyway.

3. The Spice Girls would be a part of my opening AND closing ceremony. In my opinion this asks for no explanation, but alas, for the unfortunate few who are not acquinted with the worlds most awesome girl group: reason number one, number two and number three (‘be a little bit wiser baby, put it on, put it on’ – are they seriously singing about condoms?! YES THEY ARE). Only a small selection of their finest work. You’re welcome.

4. I’m sorry, but can we please talk about these lame flowers?! I would not even give them to my grandma, that’s how boring and old-fashioned they are. Were the Brits worried the girls would otherwise break down under the weight of an enormous bouquet? They are athletes for heaven’s sake, they can easily carry 5 kg flowers (beautiful Dutch tulips of example)!

5. You can call me crazy, but I would totally offer the “losers” some perspective after their loss. You didn’t win? You worked your butt off for the last four years and it turned out to be all for nothing? You can get fat now! Let’s eat some cake! Let’s watch some Bridget Jones! Doesn’t matter anymore anyway.

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