Make up

•April 7, 2007 • 2 Comments

We just had another fight – just one of those ordinary day to day fight, most of all caused by stubborness, my unwillingness to let things go easily, my tendency to make ado out of nothing; in other words, it was a common fight so unimportant that I dont even remember what it was about.

I went to bad angry, breaking my own rules, and went out of bed grumpy. Went to work like nothing happend, returned home, everything was quiet, nothing was out of the blue, put my bike away, entered the room and stepped into a candle-lit room with this as it’s centerpiece..


Somehow, he would always look over my trivial, stupid, endless whims and find worldess ways to say what unconditional really means…


Black and White Tribute

•March 30, 2007 • Leave a Comment

My microwave-oven broke down about a month ago (or something like that, when it comes to me time is relative). Thanks to the many friends who are building a kitchen, we are now secure with a little oven, with yet another oven on hand if this one breaks down too. Should be good enough until our new kitchen arrives :D.

Anyway, as a tribute to the little faithful micro-oven, here are the two last things it baked before it gave way:

Chocolate Mousse Cake

Chocomousse Now, don’t get all excited, I don’t remember what the recipe was :|. The cake itself was normal kinda dry (why can’t I remember the name??) type, it had to be so since the cake was meant to be brushed with Tia maria, and  the center was filled very rich chocolate mousse, with bits of caramel inside of it. I’ll let you know when I remember the recipe!! (I know, I know, sorry for teasing but I thought I’ve got the recipe all printed out – nope!)

This one, tested and approved by my German colleagues, is a much lighter version of the New York cheesecake. I haven’t perfected it yet, but it’s quite nice as it is:

German Cheesecake (KΓ€se Kuchen)

Jermancheesecakefor crust
200 gr flour
1 tsp baking powder&salt
1 tsp vanilla
1 tbs lemon zest
1 egg, beaten
150 gr sugar
100gr butter
Mix dry ingredients and then rub in the butter. Knead dough a bit and refrigerate for easy handling. Press to the botom and side of a 9" springform pan

for cheesecake:
3 eggs, separated
150 gr sugar
1 tsp vanilla
100 gr butter, softened
175 gr heavy cream
500g Quark – (OR 8 parts ricotta cheese+1 part sour cream, OR  whipped cottage cheese)
1 1/2 tbsp maizena/cornstarch
1/2 tsp salt

1. Beat together yolk, sugar, and vanila until light and foamy.
2. Add butter, beat well.
3. Add heavy cream, beat again.
4. Add quark, beat until smooth.
5. Beat whites until stiff, fold into the yolk mixture and add maizena bit by bit
. Pour into the crust, bake at 150ΒΊC for 50-60 minutes

Woman, Phenomenally

•March 7, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

~Maya Angelou~

It’s International Woman’s day today, celebrate the Phenomenal woman you are!! πŸ™‚

Through the Years

•February 15, 2007 • Leave a Comment

In a way it feels like such a long time ago, but in another way it feels just like yesterday…everytime I look back it’s always a surprise to see how much we’ve been through, how long we’ve been together. But I feel so cozy, a feeling like I’ve known him for ages…

I was looking back through my photo files…it feels so strange, I know it’s been a long time ago, yet somehow it’s still fresh inside my memory.

Val04 This was my first valentine in Holland – our first valentine’s together, so everything felt extra special :). Tulips were still a big thing to me, I liked it more than those long stemmed blood red roses. I suppose somehow Itsco noticed that :). Val042The tulips were really georgeous, even better the days after. We went to a cande lit restaurant by the beach, and for our drive to get there I’ve prepared a card game – filled with questions we each had to answer. It was so much fun since there were still lots of things about each other that we didn’t know back then, and we still blushed about certain questions…

Val051The next year, I baked him a tray of his favourite chocolate chip cookies and put a love letter in the center. Val052That year I’ve finished studying but couldn’t work yet since I had to wait for my work permit, so I couldn’t get any fancy gifts.  In replace, I made a huge jar of cookies and a dozen of little ‘love coupon’ cards which he can redeam any time :). I can still remember that it took me a long time to figure out what to write on those coupons! I remember that year he gave me white flowers instead of red…I think he knows that with me, "the only constant is change" haha πŸ˜›

Val061 Then on last year’s Valentine, he proposed to me… Totally out of the blue, since we were in Indo, I had no idea he already had a ring, and we were in the middle of a photoshoot. Val062Even when he went down on his knee I still had no clue what he was about to do. In the end I was crying and didn’t even remember to say yes :). He just has his own way of showing me how he does the extra mile when I least expect it. And I love surprises :). Thank God I never have red eyes after crying – I can cry the whole night long and there wouldn’t be any trace left in the morning :P.

And this year? We didn’t do anything :). Itsco was sick and I also wasn’t at my best, so this year’s Valentine isn’t going to be on th 14th. And it feels cozy, just the way it is – we’re together everyday, a special day seems unnecessary – but then again, it’s always nice to have days when you do put everything else aside just to make your loved one feel even more special and loved, don’t you think? The date is the least important then πŸ™‚

H.E.L.P !!

•February 13, 2007 • 2 Comments’sfive more days to go until Chinese New Year. And I’ve invited Itsco’s whole family over for dinner. His family, even with newly added me, only expands to ten people. Which is just as much as our dining room and table can accomodate.

But I still have no idea what to make!!

I mean, I’m supposed to evolve, right? My cooking skills should have improved, my food should look nicer, taste better – right?

Two years ago, with no job and time to idle, I managed to pull off making this on my own for Chinese new year from scratch, for nine people:


That’s nine dishes: sate, wonton (fried), lumpia, char siu (the red pork – marinaded and grilled it myself, hoho), bakut BBQ, steamed wontons, meatball soup, mie panjang umur, sapo tofu, and kembang tahu.

How am I going to top that off?? – I mean, I don’t even know where to begin with, no inspiration at the moment…my head is full with design ideas for the house – the livingroom is one pile of boxes, hehe.. Any ideas??

Spiffy Clean

•January 29, 2007 • 1 Comment

Enough said πŸ˜›


Stiletto nonsense

•January 15, 2007 • Leave a Comment

My better, bigger half is out of the country, so after dunking in a German Cheesecake in the oven (one of those trials and errors that will be fed to my beloved colleagues), I switched on one of those ultra girlie movies that I cannot get Its to snuggle on the couch with.

The Devil Wears Prada. Thanks to the compulsive buy at the airport, I’ve read the dutch version, and now I’m watching the hollywood version.

And there I see her, Andrea, running all over New York (eh, where was the setting??) in her stilettos, all day. That’s not possible. Trust me, I’m a trained professional when it comes to wearing killer heels around the clock. Eversince I came to Holland I’ve been obsessed with them. I mean, it’s either pain in my feet or in my neck. I’m a liliput here.

Anyway, again, stilettos, all day, RUNNING, no do.  ESPECIALLY not when they’re pointy toed heels. Still have one hour to go from the movie – loving Meryl Streep and the gay guy :D. Hate the girl who’s playing Andrea though, especially when she’s looking smug :|.

Mmhh..the cheesecake smells good…it’s done now, waiting for it to cool and sink before I can put it in the fridge…