Chocolate chip cookies

Last friday i saw a video on youtube from about making chocolate chip cookies. In this recipe it was clearly said you can store the dough in a refridgerator or even in a freezer and back them later. I do buy chocolate chip cookies regularly. So i thought: “I’m gonna try this!”

I got the chocolate chips at a baker closeby. The nuts i got at the Marqt. The sugar i got at the supermarket. The flour, butter, eggs and baking soda i already had. I didn’t get any vanilla extract. To be honest, i forgot about them. But i don’t miss it too much.


The ingredients

  • 260 grams all purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 170 grams unsalted butter, at room temperature
  • 90 grams powdered sugar
  • 140 grams firmly packed light brown sugar
  • 1 large egg at room temperature
  • 250 grams semi-sweet or bittersweet chocolate chips
  • 110 grams finely chopped hazelnuts (can use pecans, walnuts, almonds and/or macadamia nuts)

I made the dough this saturday. I baked eight, from 250 grams of dough. I got around one kilo all together, rolled three in plastic wrap and put those in the freezer.

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Published on September 7, 2015 at 6:00 by

Lions after slumber

OK, this is not my favourite Scritti Politti song, but it is interesting. I’ve known this song since 1986, when i bought the album Songs to remember. I’ve been practising getting the words and the order right for years. Nowadays it’s easy, you simply search for lions after slumber lyrics and there it is. Although, i did have to add my own shit. Ha!

So i admit, i still don’t know the entire lyrics out of my head. It is hard, since the structure of the text is so uniform. The rhythm of the song lyrics is less uniform, some words go fast, some go slower. Some go really slow. I still had to sing along with the song itself a couple of times to memorize the entire structure of the song.
I did leave out the instrumental bit. That is the hard part when you sing a cappella. I can do some la la la’s and ooh ooh ooh’s, but with this song i simply didn’t feel like doing that. So i skipped it.

So, even when this song isn’t my favourite scritti song of all time, i do love it. I even made a present with in 2005, Lions after slumber. A fitting name.

I hope you will enjoy this one. πŸ™‚

Lions After Slumber

My diplomacy, my security, my hope and my ice-cream
My tomorrow and my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration
My notebook and my limit, my importance and my glycerine
My customer, my function, my lawlessness, my charm
My hunger, my refusal, my tissue and my vodka
My ommission, my ability, my telephone and my holler
My relaxing, my distress, my bedroom, my cassette
My dictation and my pulse, my fortune and my death
My flake and my restlessness, my headache and my dirt
My paper and my charity, my rose and my pallor
My guess and my closet, my light ‘n’ my time
My worry, my perversity, my transgression
My temptation and my polythene, my gunshot
My jealousy and my water
My demands ‘n’ my angels ‘n’ my waiting ‘n’ my distance
My death, my curtness, my insulin, my memory
My partner ‘n’ my sadness, my story, my wantoness
My wish, my despair, my erasure, my plantation
My white chocolate, my thoughtlessness, my gracelessness
My courage and my crying, my pockets ‘n’ my mistakes
My body and my sex, my gaze and my helplessness
My letter, my sugar, my homework, my walk
My records, my smile and my struggle
My reflection, my eyelid, my fragility, my discretion
My hair, my austerity, my tattoo, my demise
My fooling and my terror, my problem and my judgement
Oh my disguise, my tongue, my own shit
My ownership, my formula, my property, my thought, my razor
My blessing and my silence, my lust and my practice
My sincerity, my penecillin, my window and my androgyny
My mother, my recorder, my pity and my posing
My light, my carelessness, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer
My tenderness ‘n’ my car, my undoing and my history
My bottle and my drugs, my drugs, my drugs
Tomorrow, my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration, my notebook

My limit, my importance, my glycerine, my customer, my function
My lawlessness, my charm and my hunger
My refusal, my tissue, my vodka, my admission

My ability and my telephone, my holler, my relaxing
My distress and my bedroom, my restlessness, my headache
My dirt, my paper, charity, my rose
My pallor, my guess and my closet,
my light ‘n’ my time, my worry, my perversity
My transgression honey, my temptation honey
My polythene, my jealousy
My water, my demands, my angels
My waiting, my distance, my death, my curtness, my insulin
My memory, my partner, my refrigerator
My sadness, my story, my wantoness, my skipping
My wish and my despair, my erasure, my plantation, my chocolate
My thoughtlessness, my gracelessness, my courage and my crying
My pockets, my homework
Like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number
Oh yeah

The orginal

The single version

Published on September 4, 2015 at 6:00 by

Fabeltje vertellen

A short fable written by Remco Campert. It’s from the book Fabeltjes vertellen, which i have for many many years. It is in Dutch, and my translation skills are not up to translating this. It is a very language specific story, about an ezel who think he is a wezel and an eekhoorn who think he is an eenhoorn. Sorry guys and girls πŸ™‚

Published on September 3, 2015 at 6:00 by

Important questions

These questions i asked on I did get 716 important answers. On i do say these questions were inspired by Smash Hits, a UK popmusic magazine. These questions were not a part of presents or the things i made before that, they always were a separate section of my website. It started in 1998 and ended 3 August 2006.

Important questions
My name is
I’m doing
In my pocket i’ve got
I like
and i don’t like
Sometimes I think about
I am
Male Female Not sure
Old Young Not sure
Sad Happy Not sure

It has always surprised how different people respond to these questions. They are fairly innocent. Stuff you have in your pockets. Things you like. Things you don’t like. Things that you think about. And then of course: are you male? female? not sure? old? young? not sure? happy sad? sad? not sure?

These last questions to me were always important. Many people didn’t know how old they were. Didn’t know if they were happy or sad. Some didn’t know if they are male or female. It’s not a big message, it is a little one. Still important.

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Published on September 2, 2015 at 6:00 by

Preserved peppers

For the Dutch, peppers doesn’t mean peper. A pepper is a paprika. So, today i’m gonna preserve peppers. Last Saturday i bought four red and four yellow peppers at the market. I also bought a 1 liter pot at the Xenos. It is delicious, no doubt it won’t be a week til they are finished… well maybe two weeks. They are good on their own, with a bit of toasted bread, with mozzarella, with sausages, with tomatoes and pasta. Simply lovely.

I have made these before. Well, not in a pot, but for dinners multiple times. I thought about making them for this website when i saw the Dutch cooking show Koken met van boven (Cooking with from above) last friday. The show is online, but i’m not sure for how long.

Nine peppers on the baking tray. Eight i bought last Saturday, one i already had.


  • 9 peppers, red, yellow or green
  • garlic, 3 cloves
  • a hot pepper
  • olive oil
  • optional fresh herbs, like basil
At the first turn


  1. heat your oven to 200ΒΊ Celsius on a grill setting
  2. put your peppers on a baking sheet high up in the oven
  3. turn them every 15 minutes til they are black all over, count on 4 turns all together
  4. in the meantime, put the pot you want to put the, in a large pot on the stove completely covered with water – cook for around 15 minutes – afterwards put the pot on a clean dishcloth and let it dry
  5. when the peppers are black all around, put them in a plastic bag and turn it tight, leaving them in there for around 20 minutes – this will make them a lot easier to peal
  6. cut the garlic in thin slices
  7. cut the hot pepper in this slices, leave in the seeds
  8. skin the peppers, take out the center piece and tear them in big pieces, make sure the inner fluids are drained
  9. start filling the pot by putting in a bit of olive oil first, then layer like three to four pieces of pepper, put garlic and pepper on them, a bit of freshly milled black pepper and a bit of salt, put on a bit more oil and repeat until you are out of pepper
  10. at the end, make sure all the peppers are covered with oil
  11. enjoy!
All done and ready to get a bit cooler and loosen up those skins for around twenty minutes
Busy filling the pot
Published on September 1, 2015 at 6:00 by

Plain Sailing

I mentioned buying her album A Distant Shore in 1983 in the Memories post in June this year. I loved it when i bought it, and i still love it now.

I also do enjoy her writing. I haven’t read her books yet, but i’m sure i will some day. I do read her column in the New Statesman.

This song Plain Sailing is about how your life will never be that, plain sailing. It simply doesn’t exist. I don’t think you should want it anyway. It is an illusion. Even if you are happy, with friends, with someone to love, with work in your life, there are always rocks and dry periods and sandbanks to try to get you off course. You simply have to deal with that.

My wise words for today πŸ™‚


Plain Sailing – Tracey Thorn
Meetings arranged, they say, never work out
I say we’ve proved them wrong without a doubt
I can’t remember now just what we said
I never could have guessed what lay ahead
As I ran towards you up the stairs
Did a voice in my ear cry, ‘Beware’?

Even now I’m surprised you recall
Such a short time it took me to fall
Pretending that my heart still lay elsewhere
When in truth I had long ceased to care
For what I thought I’d never replace
Til in my heart you left him no space

You say, you wonder what was it I saw?
I say ‘Oh, I don’t recall anymore’
My first impressions have been left behind
Replaced now by feelings and more lost in kind

Sure that you know but you never can tell
When I think I understand you so well
Shakes me that you were a constant surprise
Or so you appear in my eyes

Tempting to think now it will all be plain sailing
Old enough now to know there’s no such thing

The original

Published on August 31, 2015 at 6:00 by

The truest artist is the most feigning

It feels to me like i’ve come to a conclusion. I know i’ve been there before. It’s not a big surprise to me, it’s something i’ve known all along. But i do feel i might just be able to really go through with it. Being an artist.

With everything in me that was always keeping me back, my shyness, my aloneness, my searching, my findings. I do still feel the wind blowing for me, not against me.

I don’t know what is gonna happen in the future. But i do feel like i’ve sown many seeds and some of them will bloom, absolutely. It’s not a vague feeling.

But right now, i’m tired. I do have a slight headache. The whole day. So i’m gonna go try to get a bit more sleep. Last night i slept ok, up until like four in the morning. It was a bit better than the night before. But still, awake for quite some time. I’m still tired.

Have a good day!

Published on August 27, 2015 at 6:00 by


Last night i only slept a bit towards the end. Today i spend some time in bed, reading. Now i’m just really sleepy and tired.

So that’s it for today. I’m going to bed, go through my blogs, through my youtube subscriptions, play a little solitaire, read in the Peter Hamilton book. And hopefully fall asleep and don’t let the dreams get to me like they did yesterday. I mean, it’s sort of nice, but it’s also taking a lot of energy from me.

Goodnight sweeties πŸ™‚

Seeya tomorrow!

Awake. Made breakfast, two rye spelt slices of bread with butter, bacon and parmesan omelet. Listening to music. Singing along with the songs i know, Motor from Jewelz, Sparks. I like this song, i really do.

Another song! I only added this one a couple of months ago. I discovered i truly love this song. Here goes!

D’Angelo – Untitled (How does it feel)

Making a salad for dinner. A red bellpepper, spring onions, a bit of rocket, some cottage cheese, a boiled egg, green asparagus. A slice of bread on the side. I’m hungry!


No slide of bread on the side, but i will have one with a cup of tea in half an hour or so. With apple butter on it. I had look up the translation for the Dutch word appelstroop. Apple butter doesn’t feel right, but i’m also not sure it’s actually known in the UK. I did do a search for ‘apple butter’, and the photos with the recipes don’t look like our apple butter at all. Ours is simple. Cook the apples, get the juice and cook that together with sugar. You can buy it in all supermarkets! Ooh, and you also have pear butter. Nice too. πŸ™‚

Published on August 26, 2015 at 6:00 by

Dark purple glittery nails

Today i painted my nails.

A dark purple, Vendetta, from Chanel. This a purple black polish with a slight silver sheen. This polish covers with one layer. Excellent!
Mad as a Hatter from OPI is from the Alice in Wonderland collection. It is a limited edition. From a distance it looks grey, but up close you see silver, orange, red, purple, green and blue glitters. It is possible to coat your nails completely, but i did choose to put on the Vendetta first and then one layer of the glitter polish. Loving it!
Published on August 25, 2015 at 6:00 by