literary rhapsodies, emotional outbursts, bad puns and creative output from a slightly distracted and highly disturbed mind with a big heart and an occasionally dark sense of humour
And here I am, with yet another American pie recipe, straight from the US, and intended to be the sweet culmination of our Friendsgiving Dinner – an evening of all-American food traditions, from turkey to stuffing to sweet potato mash with marshmellows (yuk). However, as I was assured by my American fellows, one does not…
I’m a freestyle chef. The kitchen is my open stage, and my recipes are nothing but the key for culinary jazz impro. There are people – and maybe I read or heard that somewhere, maybe it was a meme or some actual person told me – who say that baking, in comparison to cooking, is…
In February 2018, after a 2-day workshop on time management, I decided to manage my time by taking time for myself, self care, as they call it – and do something I’d benefit from both physically and psychologically: I went running. Once a week, every Friday. DJ laughed at me and made the – spoiler…
Italia – the land of pasta, vino e tiramisu; of sole mio e la dolce vita. And where I spent most of August 2018. Needless to say, wherever you are in Italy, it is beautiful. At least, wherever I have been so far. Castagneto Carducci, Cecina, San Gimignano, Volterra, Pisa, Napoli, Sorrento and Pompeji for…
Dee made me join the Pottermore universe after I introduced her to the Potterless podcast, so we introduced each other to more or less the same if you pardon the pun (and there are gonna be lots of puns to be pardoned and now you’ve been warned). I started straight off with getting sorted into…
Well, one of them. The odd one out. Last night, I attended a rooftop party in sunny Freiburg. While enjoying quite a few refreshing Hugos and slowly progressing from slightly tipsy to properly drunk, I was engaged in a stimulating conversation that quickly turned from trash talk to existential topics, culminating in the question what…