justanotherfuckedupdayintheoffice

This is how they do it @ Vapiano in Amsterdam, right around the corner from the office. And yes, the thumb seems missing. I’ll ask next time. On the other hand (paw), I never attended a bear-anatomy class. Anyone?

While mother sun shines down on the earth and all balconies populating it, Mademoiselle Fruitsalad relaxes on a cozy plate, slightly elevated off the ground.

The first tan of the year.

The fridge told me it is really happy today. After I have been feeding it lots of wonderful things:

Sometimes food shopping without having eaten anything before ends in fantasizing about making the greatest soup / stew / warm-steaming-something the world has ever seen. Regarding this habit I was told the other day that I was sooo German.

Thanks, I know. We Germans love our food that needs to cook for 5 hours and smells so godly that even the neighbor’s cats would come to check in. If only they could summit my balcony…

Left: Good Quesadilla
Right: Bad Quesadilla