Cactus SOS
It seems that my Ladyfinger Cactus might have finally run out of luck. How do I know? 9 months after repotting it into a slightly larger pot, I discovered that it can be picked straight back up again.
Ons Huisje
Have you ever wondered “What was my house, before it was my house?” I have not, but due to a serendipitous visit to the City of Amsterdam Online Archive (Gemeente Amsterdam Stadsarchief), I now know.
Our Little House had a life before it was ours. In fact, it contained many more lives than I would have guessed.
Ghost Bird
No real bird could pluck a long-forgotten tune from the recesses of my memory and etch it back into in my brain. No real bird could snap me back to every moment of I’ve stayed up too late again! in my early 20s, in my basement bedroom of my parents’ house, snacking on junk food and lurking on various forums of the Early Internet ™
No, real birds don’t haunt people like that. This is a ghost bird.
Really?!
Later that night, I would step and slip on a piece of glass which I had overlooked while cleaning.
And as I flew through the air – brain: really? …landed on my side – brain: really?
…and continued to lay on the floor, mostly because of the throbbing in my butt and thigh - brain: REALLY?!
Tête de veau at Brasserie Flo
EDIT January 2020: Brasserie Flo, you will be missed.
For the uninitiated, tête de veau is a dish comprising of all the tasty parts of a cow’s head. In this case - tongue, brains, cheeks. You will have to peruse the menu carefully – it is listed under the “specialties” section