Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Freshly painted walls!
Check out the winter grey walls at the studio! I get to enjoy them in good company today!
Monday, 24 January 2011
Experiment.
No good news about my camera getting repaired, so you'll have to make do with watching a bubble freeze instead.
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Fed Agent Nelson Van Alden vs. Fred.
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Making our tastebuds happy.
I'm back in Rotterdam! So to celebrate we got together at Cristina's and Joan's to cook a delicious meal together following one of Jamie Oliver's 30 minute recipes that I got for Christmas from Helen. It took quite a bit of coordinating to get it right. Again, I made the mistake of not reading the whole recipe before starting to cook, but the consequences weren't too bad. We made a good team!
The result was the most delicious satay chicken I've ever had, wrapped in lettuce with fresh egg noodles seasoned with red onion, chili, coriander, soy sauce, fish sauce (thanks Luce!), lime zest and its juice and cashew nuts. YUM!
The desert that followed was perfect and fresh: pineapple with red fruits sprinkled with brown sugar, lime and mint.
(Photos of my days in York are yet to be developed. Joan and Cris lent me their camera to take these, I miss my precious so much...)
Recipe for the satay sauce:
1/2 a small bunch of fresh coriander
1 fresh red chilli
1/2 a clove of garlic
3 heaped tablespoons good quality crunchy peanut butter
soy sauce
a 2 cm piece of fresh giver
2 limes
Put the coriander (stalks and all) into the food processor (I used one of these) with the chilli (stalk removed), peeled garlic, 3 heaped tablespoons of peanut butter and a lug of soy sauce. Peel and roughly chop the ginger and add. Finely grate in the zest of both limes, then squeeze in the juice from 1 of them. Add a couple of splashes of water and whiz to a spoonable paste. Season to taste.
Enjoy!
Monday, 17 January 2011
Floyd Sebastian Sender Scheiner.

My beautiful nephew Floyd was born on the 11th of January, 2011. Such a small, delicate creature, with a real pumping heart, breathing lungs and curious eyes (amongst other well functioning organs). And suddenly my sister is a mother getting excited about the change of colour of her son's poo. I love you, Helen!
Congratulations Dill! Congratulations sista! Welcome Floyd, you are so, so very welcome!
(Unfortunately my camera is not fixed yet and won't be for a while, so the posts will still be slow. Dear visitor, I know you've been checking the blog often and it warms my heart to know about the frequency of your visits. Please be patient, photos are on their way.)
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
The Enchanting North.
Oh, I ha' strayed thro' many a land
And gazed on some scenes divine!
There's naught so wonderful or so grand
As you wonderful North o' mine.
And steer me the ship to the North, I say,
And show me the Northern shore,
And let me hear a Northern bell
Ring clear on its cliff once more.
And let me see the Northern fells,
And hear the Northern streams,
And sit where a forest fairy tells
The weird old woodland dreams
To the wondering, waking babies of Spring
By the side of a haunted burn,
What time the linnet begins to sing,
And the first green comes to the fern.
Steer me the ship, good pilot, steer
Where the Northern sea-birds fly,
Steer where the great grey skies stretch clear!
For I am a Northman, I!
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Dear visitor,
Please bear with me till I have a decent working camera. It's so annoying to not have one... I'm missing capturing all the great imagery around me, I'll have to try and keep them in my head. In the meantime, let us make the most of my visits to York library, my temporary office where wooden old furniture hosts the visitors and sweet smelling, old books perfumes the space. Right now, there are hundreds of books all about York and North England surrounding me. I found this poem by J.S. Fletcher in one of them.
And gazed on some scenes divine!
There's naught so wonderful or so grand
As you wonderful North o' mine.
And steer me the ship to the North, I say,
And show me the Northern shore,
And let me hear a Northern bell
Ring clear on its cliff once more.
And let me see the Northern fells,
And hear the Northern streams,
And sit where a forest fairy tells
The weird old woodland dreams
To the wondering, waking babies of Spring
By the side of a haunted burn,
What time the linnet begins to sing,
And the first green comes to the fern.
Steer me the ship, good pilot, steer
Where the Northern sea-birds fly,
Steer where the great grey skies stretch clear!
For I am a Northman, I!
---
Dear visitor,
Please bear with me till I have a decent working camera. It's so annoying to not have one... I'm missing capturing all the great imagery around me, I'll have to try and keep them in my head. In the meantime, let us make the most of my visits to York library, my temporary office where wooden old furniture hosts the visitors and sweet smelling, old books perfumes the space. Right now, there are hundreds of books all about York and North England surrounding me. I found this poem by J.S. Fletcher in one of them.
Monday, 3 January 2011
Saturday, 1 January 2011
2011, welcome to the future.
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