Meanwhile back home it’s the occasional rain and sunshine that helps us getting through the wide tunnel of grayness and cumbersome times. The month march is always a hit or miss, and we definitely came back home when the cold was still present.
As such there was no need for coffee as the cold winds from the east blew my eyes wide awake, in the early mornings when bringing Novi back to his first days of Kindergarten. We did miss it, but at the same time obviously- we didn’t.
Rainbows only come after, before the Summer kicks in. When the rain meets the sun. That’s what I call hope. Or is it wishful thinking. Rain how I missed you. You make me long for the sun. The sun that I so much despise in the desert.
This photo is taken almost a year back already. I was going around dumpster diving Amsterdam West, to the market and some supermarkets. One of the things we found was a tree with trash-fruits… And the plants we found are still blossoming at home. A gallery of photos is available at Dumpsterdam.
Twelve years ago was the first time I was in De Peper. I was squatting in Amsterdam East and De Peper had just moved to the hospital on the other side of the park. I still remember how great their vegan food tasted.
Jump twelve years in time and suddenly I am that cook making the food that people like. What an experience: being allowed to cook a meal for fifty persons in a restaurant with such a tradition.
And I didn’t joke around with the food. I started two days ahead with fermenting red lentils and rice to make dosa‘s (check this recipe) and on the day itself I made a potato curry following traditional Indian recipes.
Steamed Broccoli, a salad and deep-fried tempeh were accompanying the dish, that I prepared together with Manu. We served a French Onion soup as a starter, with freshly made sourdough bread. I can’t wait for the next session.