maandag 11 november 2013

Home is where the heart is

There is no place like home, it's true. I love to travel the world and there is so much more to see, but there is no place where you can be yourself like the place you call home. But when do you call a place 'home'.. maybe it can be anywhere you decide. The last couple of years I've noticed that I've had more than one place, that felt like home. Two years ago I left my own small and cozy (but also cold and mouldy) home in Rotterdam. I've stayed in Paris for a while with an older very French couple who didn't really make an effort to make me feel at home. But still.. after a while I did.
New Zealand might be the other side of the world, but although the world looks different there I felt at home right away with my friends family, who built their beautiful dreamhouse on top of a New Zealand Mountain. Even hostels where I stayed while travelling alone, where only the dormroom bed and my backpack were mine, still felt like home. I guess home is where ever you decide it to be.

When I got back to Holland, I've lived with my parents for a while, which is of course the 'utimate home.' And although I love my parents and I liked living with them, at age 25 I really did need a place of my own again. It took a little time but I'm so happy I finally found it. I Love everything about my little perfect appartment in Kralingen (the most chic neighborhood of Rotterdam.) So today I decided to take some pictures, to whatever happens in the future, I will never forget the place call home now.







When I grow up and will be forced to move into a bigger home because I either got really really rich or had a few adorable children with my perfect husband-to-be, I will allways remember this home. :)

zaterdag 9 november 2013

Passion for Potions

Ever since I was a little girl I knew I was special. Unlike normal little girls, I have never really been interested in playing with barbiedolls or little ponies, nor did I ever like any boardgames.
My main activity when I was young was brewing magic potions, which off course consisted of all natural ingredients, like dirt from the garden, flowers from the neighbors garden, spiders and rainworms (preferably still living.)  Although I put my heart and soul into every potion, they never really seemed to do much magic.. (a disappointment I am actually still recovering from.)

Although my invitation to Hogwarts seems to have been misplaced by the mailman, my passion for potions continued all through highschool. It's a shame my friends are still laughing about the time I bought a kombucha fungus online and started my own superhealthy fungusdrink-factory...

One day, when I got older and wiser and began exploring other parts of the world, I ran into some fellow potionbrewers when I traveled through western Java (Indonesia.) The Sundanese people, who live in the higher land of West Java, are known to brew a traditional drink called Bandrek.
It's hot and spicy and does not only warm your whole body, but it also cures a sore throat and should even work as an aphrodisiac. That sounds like a magic potion to me! I had to try it, not only because of its qualities, but also because the main ingredients were some of my alltime favourite spices like ginger and cinnamon!

Bandrek totally lived up to my expectations, as liquid fire it burned through my body and warmed me up with its delicious spices, just as promised.
Today, a few years later I still remember the taste of Bandrek and decided to recreate it. After all I àm a trained potion brewer!

After some research and a hunt for ingrediënts I am proud to say I made a perfect Bandrek! And because winter is coming and I don't want you to get cold, I will share my recipe with you. So here it comes:

Ingredients  (for 1 liter of Bandrek)

  • 1 liter water
  • 6 cinnamon sticks
  • 10 star anise
  • 20 whole cloves
  • 10 all spice berries
  • 14 cardamom pods
  • 2 stalks lemongrass, trimmed and pounded to release the fragrance
  • 12 cm Ginger, chopped into pieces to release the juices
  • 1 small red chili
  • 4 tablespoons of palm sugar
  • 6 pandan leaves (pounded to release the fragrance)
  • 6 lemon leaves
  • half can of unsweetened coconutmilk

Most of the ingredients were pretty easy to find at the local market. Finding the pandan leaves was the biggest challenge, but I found them at a Thai store. I promise you 'vanilla of the East,' as pandan leaves are often called, are certainly worth the search, as the flavour doesn't compare to any other spice. 
The preparation of the drink is easy. Just mix all the ingredients, except the palm sugar and coconutmilk, in a cooking pan and let it cook for about 20 minutes, untill you smell all of the spices releasing their delicious flavours.


After 20 minutes, add the palm sugar and coconutmilk, stir it through and cook for another 5 minutes.
Done! It's that easy! just put it through a sieve and serve it hot.

Because as a true potionmaster a like a little dramatic effect, I chose to serve my Bandrek in a skullshaped glass.


dinsdag 5 november 2013

Back to Blogging

Oops!... I appear to have taken a break from blogging for almost a year!  I guess I lacked inspiration. Looking back on the past year I guess the combination of countless and pointless jobhunts and quarterlife crisis (I'ts real, I've read in in the Cosmopolitian ;)) made me forget to actually live.

Maybe I watched to many episodes of the walking dead, but I was beginning to feel like a zombie. Slowly walking through life, without any direction, meaning or goal. I got a little tired of looking for inspiration, fighting for chances. So i didn't, I took a sabbatical from everything. There was really no point for blogging, because why would anyone be interessted in my daily troubles. I really wouldn't know. But still I find myself reading the blogs of people like me, girls who live in the same city as me, struggle with finding a job like me, eating, wandering around life and writing about it, just trying to build a life, one small step at a time.
For some reason I find it interessting to read about their wanders, maybe people would also enjoy reading mine. But maybe not, and thats ok too. So if you're not interessted, stop reading now! I won't twist your arm, i just enjoy writing it down and writing it of.  I decided i think way too much about what people might think about me. So from now on I'm gonna live by what a wise pin on pinterest once said: "I don't care what you think about me, I don't think about you at all."

So I'm back, and realised that, without noticing, I actually wasn't a fulltime zombie the past year. I actually did take some steps towards the better future. I finally managed to find myself new home, which I totally love, I moved back to the city (Rotterdam) and decorated my little palace totally according to my own taste.
I've got a daytime job, which allows me to have time for a social life, hobbies, cooking experiments etc.
And finally,.. meet the biggest improvement to my life! His name is Bowie and he is my new best friend!


He makes me laugh when I'm sad, brings me beautiful gifts, (like wet sponges or leaves from my plants) makes sure I never get bored (by hiding all my kitchen supplies) welcomes me when I get home from work, keeps me warm at nigth by cuddling under the covers and wakes me up in the morning by stamping on my head.


So on to the next step in the right direction! It doesn't have to be big, but even zombies keep walking forward, so why shouldn't I. I might be that one special zombie who comes back to life! (if you think that's impossible, watch the movie 'warm bodies'! I promise it will make you laugh and cry!)


dinsdag 20 november 2012

Visual Diary november

Time seems to fly, It's allready november and before we know it we'll be celibrating Christmas and new years eve. Time for another slideshow of my life the last couple of weeks.

 No matter how much I eat, I'll always reserve a little space for desert. So after the kitchen staff leaves at work I can practise my pastry chef skills. And judging by this perfect recreation of chocolate-caramel trifle I think I could easily work in the kitchen.
Visiting an art show, where a group of street artists locked themselves up for 24 hours and painted everything, from furniture to walls and floors. Though I wouldn't want my living room looking like this it was pretty cool and all items were being sold for a good cause.
I'm obviously being spoiled by my way too sweet boyfriend, who probably had to join the clochards in Paris after he bought me presents at Chanel and Guerlain. ;) don't know what I did to deserve that
'When in Paris... '  According to the saying I should probably go out and seize the day, but Inspired by this book (The woman who went to bed for a year) I stayed in bed to read and enjoy my glass of vin rouge and a freshly baked baguette, which was still warm.

 At the Galeries Lafayette they are allready in the Christmas spirit. The millions of lights and chrystals were so magical that I almosst forgot I first have to concentrate on buying presents and writings poems for my other favourite holliday; Sinterklaas!
I'm sorry Sint! but look at that fabulous Swarovski tree!
After I drooled over macarons from famous patissier LaDuree for allmost two years, I discovered that the macarons, made by Pierre Hermé are even more refined and delicious! And of course more expensive, but hey.. 'When in Paris...'  ;)

Allthough it's allmost impossible to choose between all the intoxicating flavours like: Olive Oil and mandarin, blueberry and violette, Or chocolate and passionfruit.. I have found my favourite so far...  It's a white truffle macaron!! amazing... 
And I just found out I'll have to start planning my next trip to Paris soon, because of course I can't miss out on the christmas special:  Figue and foi gras!

donderdag 8 november 2012

Visual diary october

Though I'm not always overfloating with inspiration, interessting insights and revelations to write about, it doesn't mean I don't have anything to share. As so many people these days, my smartphone is probably my best friend. It guides me when I'm lost (which is pretty often!), it entertaines me when I'm bored, it helpes me stay connected to my friends and the world, get up in time for work and remember my appointments!
I admit, however sad it sounds, that I'm pretty hopeless without my phone. I also use it to document my life, I noticed I allready collected almost 1200 snapshots of my life since I first got this phone!
Don't worry I won't bore you with all 1200 of them. But because it paints such a good picture of what keeps me busy these days, (while trying to get my life sorted out), I thought I would share some pictures in my first monthly visual diary :)

Autumn came and filled the world with pretty colours
 Because I'm trying to suppress my need for candy and stay healthy, I decided to combine all of the healthy socalled 'superfood' in my delicious superpowerbars! From Gojiberries to mulberries and Chiaseed, it's all in there!
It's getting really cold outside! So I started knitting a new scarf to keep me warm this winter. Inspired by sorcerers from Merlin (a BBC series about the famous wizzard) I made a scarf with a hood! I'm not taking it off untill I see spring flowers!
I felt a little down when I didn't get a job I was hoping for, but these beautiful roses came all the way from Paris to cheer me up :)
 Winter might be cold but it has it's upsides! One of my idols comes visit me from Spain each year and fills my shoes with chocolate! I'm glad he is back!
Taking a walk through Rotterdams 'central park' with my friend, while the sun slowly set and painted the sky with beautiful colours

maandag 15 oktober 2012

Blending into Paris

Participant observation.. It's the key method to any anthropological research. Because in order to research a culture you'll have to blend in, so you won't accidently affect local behaviour.
As an ex-wannabe-athropologist I sometimes still feel the need to invisibly blend into cultures and subcultures and observe them from within. It's interessting to detect the sublte diffrences in people, only caused by the place the were born and the people and culture they grew up with.

Having spent a lot of time in Paris, I tried absorb French culture like a sponge, just trying to become just as chique and sophisticated as a true Parisienne. Because let's be honest, walking through the city of love, you can spot the diffrence between the tourists and locals from miles away.


It's not just the way Parisians dress or what they eat, it's the whole air of belonging in Paris you'll have to capture if you want to blend in. So if you ever feel the need to become a Parisian, (or just walk through Paris without being harassed by tourist-targetting criminal gypsies) here are a few pointers:

1. Yes! it's obvious and predictable, but the first thing you'll have to learn is speaking French! It's not only the language of love, but also by most French people just considered as the superiour language. If you're trying to be French but fail to speak the language, you've allready lost major points!  

2. Disguise. An important thing if you want to blend in, is looking like you belong! But French style is not easy to copy. You would expect all haute couture and high heels, but in reality a true Parisian looks like it didn't take any effort to look flawlessly fashionable. Skinny jeans and timeless classic clothing are probably the basics. Red lipstick helps with the finishing touch (only for female wannabe-parisians though ;)) But the rest of your disguise probably has to come from your attitude.


3. Hurry and multitask
Speedwalk! never just stroll, you're allways in a hurry! Even when you're making your way through the crowded metro-labyrinth. At first it will probably be quite a challenge to avoid bumping into your fellow running Parisians, so for a good preparation you'll have to make sure you'll know where you're going. You wouldn't want to blow your cover by being caught looking at a map.

When you're in the metro, never make eyecontact with anyone, but immediately pull out your book! Reading a book is always a good way to look French, whether you're standing in the metro, walking speedwalking on the streets, or sitting in a café. So never ever forget your book!
Another musthave prop is a cigarette! Smoke on the streets, whenever you get the chance.
In the morning, when you're hurrying to work (while smoking of course) stop at least once at a café to order a coffee at the bar, take 5 minutes to drink your coffee, read the newspaper, put some money on the bar and hurry on! You probably didn't really enjoy your coffee or read much news, but remember you're not doing it because you really want to drink coffee or need to read the newspaper, you're merely making a point, your a local!


It's important to always keep up your air of French arrogance and keep your distance. Others are not really worth your attention, with the the ironic exception of 2 things:, kissing and fondling your lover wherever and whenever you can, and being a good citizen. That means allways helping strangers with babies and standing up for pregnant people, old people and people with small children. Everyone will immediately hate you if you failed to notice an oppportunity to stand up for someone in need. (Ironically this rule absolutely doesn't apply to the countless 'clochards,' the homeless people, begging for money on the streets. They are to be ignored.)

Once you've perfected your French act and managed to fool some locals, its time for the final test; inviting them over! Now you'll have to decorate your appartment like a true Parisian and luckily that's pretty easy.  Start by covering every inch of wall with decorations, posters, paintings, photographs, anything really.
If you can't see the colour of your wallpaper, It's allready looking pretty French, but it's not quite finished. Because the most important thing in a Parisian interior is..... Chairs!! In every corner or empty space of every Parisian appartment you'll find a chair (or more!) The more chairs, the more Parisian your apartment will look! Chairs Chairs Chairs

 Just count the chairs in the pictures above, I rest my case..

The final touch in your Parisian apartment is the fridge! First of all, put at least 8 pots of mustard in it! Different kinds of course. I don't know why but it seems to be a necessity. The only thing left to do now is decorating the outside of your fridge.  Because French people love to cover it with their collection of refridgerator-magnets. Preferably collected abroad, but you also have to have food-magnets, wine-magnets, holliday-magnets etc. Just an example:
 

I think we've covered the basics by now and all you amateur-anthroplogists and wannabe-Parisians will blend in perfectly.

My own proudest moment as a fake Parisian was when I was running the streets, smoking and looking French, when suddenly some lost Dutch tourists asked me for directions (in English.)  Unfortunately I was in a fake-hurry and I decided I coudn't risk blowing my cover by speaking English (I still have to practise my Frensh accent) or worse:  Dutch! So I explained them in French where they had to go. They didn't understand a word but I was really proud of myself for passing this important test ;)

maandag 8 oktober 2012

Redecorating Versailles

Recently I visited le Chateau de Versailles, the magestic manifestation of French Francophilia near Paris. Once you step into the home of Louis XIV, Marie Antoinette and all of their rich and famous friends, it's not hard to imagine time-travelling back to the time of the French revolution.
Hundreds of rooms, richly decorated, walls and ceilings covered in paintings, gold, silk and chandeliers. While you follow the inevetable stream of incredibly annoying japanese tourists and loud schoolchildren, you dream away and wonder how there ever could have been a time, where people lived in such extravagance and prosperity. (While the rest of the country starved of course)
I've seen the palace before, so I didn't expect any surprises. It's not like Versailles interior desigers are trying to keep up with the latest trends anyway. And personally I think even Mr. Ikea himself probably wouldn't be up for the challenge of refurnishing and redecorating the entire Chatea.
But to my surprise, there was something different about Versailles. While wandering through the palace I discovered more and more subtle and less subtle proof of the fact that Marie Antoinette had recently developed a new-found love of contemporary art.
And we all know there is no accounting about taste, but one can certainly say Marie Antoinettes new additions give a refreshing twist to her formally very classic interior .

Some pieces seemed to fit perfectly in their place

 Pretty marble lions, covered in lace

 Louis' breakfast table was being attacked by giant lace lobsters
 These pumps, made out of cooking pans, became the centerpiece of the famous 'Salle des miroirs'

The ceiling of the painting gallery made me think of a chinese carnaval.

And last but not least, my favourite piece showed that the extravagance of Marie Antoinette clearly knew no boundaries..
A Pink helicopter, covered in ostrich feathers and pink Swarovski chrystals. I bet Paris Hilton would be pretty jealous! ;)

After some research I found out this was the work of Portuguese artist Joana Vasconcelos, who's Versailles exhibition is supposed to be an ode to women’s achievements, both in the private and public spheres. 
Vanconcelos isn't the first contemporary artists who got the honour to exhibit at Versailles. 

Earlier the Japanese artist Takashi Murakami shook up the palace with his Manga-style statues. 




And also the famous American  balloonanimal-artist Jeff Koons once  had a chance to decorate the palace according to his own 'special' taste

I'm sure there will be some critics who won't appreciate this project, but I think it's a wonderfull mixture of old and new, classic and modern!