have taken off to ... France, perhaps!
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
have taken off to ... France, perhaps!
Monday, 26 March 2012
1 plump chicken, lovingly cut in six pieces by your friendly butch
100 g. of farm butter
a tablespoon of (olive) oil
200 ml of dry white win
1 chicken stock cube
6 or 7 fresh tarragon sprigs
a tablespoon of flour
salt and pepper (optional: depending on the saltiness of your stock cube)
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Monday, 19 March 2012
In my most recent post I showed you a photo of a traditional Brabant farmhouse. I also mentioned that Brabant is of the ten Belgian provinces. It is located in the centre of the Belgium. Until 1995 Belgium only had nine provinces, the boundaries of which had been fixed in 1830, when Belgium became an independent monarchy. Don’t worry; we didn’t invade any country to acquire an extra province. No, we – actually the politicians – simply cut the province of Brabant in two: the Flemish speaking north thus becoming Vlaams-Brabant and the French speaking becoming south Waals-Brabant.Over the centuries two typical products from Brabant have gained international fame: the Belgian endives and the
The origin of the powerful, yet gentle animal goes all the way back to Roman times. From the 11th till the 16th century it was used as a war horse in Brabant and
Saturday, 17 March 2012
No, this is not my home, but a typical and beautifully renovated Brabant farmhouse; Brabant being one of the Belgian provinces (counties) where I happen to live.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Nothing to do with today's post. Here it is at last ...
one of my old orchid plants producing ...
1 flower. But what a flower it is!
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Image from the internet.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
No, Eddy won national fame by making a run for it. He was found by a passer-by after falling into a brook. Before ending up in this uncomfortable and slightly embarrassing situation, the pig had walked over 4 km from his home in a nearby village. This wasn’t Eddy’s first escape, if we are to believe its current owner, who – when you know the whole story – is responsible for the pig’s behaviour.
Apparently, the owner had bought the potbellied piglet 4 years ago as a present to his then 7 year old son. Eddy was the boy’s first pet. Not happy with just the one pet, the obvious whimsical and spoiled-rotten boy asked for more animals. And so, over the years, Eddy got the company of several small farmyard animals … of which the boy soon grew tired. His most recent fancy being a small dog and a kunekune pig, the parents decided to part with their livestock. A new owner was found. However, he had no room for Eddy and after the small animal colony had been picked up by the new owner, Eddy stayed behind, alone and lonely, hoping that someone would take an interest in him, before the dog and the new piglet arrived.
A few weeks ago, missing the company of the other animals, and probably sensing that he was no longer wanted, the potbellied pig attempted its first ‘Great Escape’. Lacking the Steve McQueen look (and appropriate motor cycle) Eddy didn’t get very far and was quickly recaptured while foraging in a nearby meadow with some horses.
His second attempt, last weekend, was more successful. Well, for a while at least. He managed to break free and to trot a distance of no less than 4 km, before he accidentally ended up in the ditch in which he was found later. Tired from the walk, handicapped by its most attractive feature – its potbelly, weakened and under cooled by the freezing temperature of the water in the ditch, he lacked the strength to climb up the steep bank.
Luckily a passer-by who saw the pig standing in the water, immediately called the fire brigade. It took a lot of coaxing, pushing and shoving before Eddy stepped into the container that had been brought in to lift him out of the water. The owner, who will have to pay for the rescue, came to pick up his pet. To the assembled local press he explained that “animals have feelings too” and that “Eddy had been feeling lonely since the other animals had been taken away”.
Maybe he should have thought of this before giving in to his son’s every whim. Judging by the comments this news item got on one newspaper’s website a lot of people feel the same way, and blame the parents for spoiling their son the way they do. One commenter even wrote that these people shouldn’t be allowed to have a goldfish. I couldn’t agree with him more.
Monday, 5 March 2012
Please let me know, because I really want to share this sweet and sad story with you.
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Since 5 p.m. I feel like living in a war zone. There is no music but a lot of screaming and a constant - really constant - banging sound caused by doors that are being slammed. Moreover, some very strange smells are coming out of their kitchen, floating onto the landing and seeping in under my front door, making my apartment smell like some bad quality exotic takeaway. I've opened a window to let some fresh air in, but the smell is very tenacious ...
As we have been warned and invited - the note was very explicit about that - we (the other tenants) are not really in a position to complain. Moreover, I want to remain on good terms with everybody ... but the banging sound is really nerve-wrecking and the smell is quite nauseating. In hope it won't cling to my hair and clothes when I go to work tomorrow!