The Hours

Nine years in one day, one mustard soup, mackerel, broodje haring and ravigottesaus

This is a special edit, for a special day of remembrance for me.

To remember someone who is half of me, and that I lost exactly today at this time of the night, nine years ago. To remember someone who taught me to try new food, always and at all costs.

Even, and perhaps especially, when it looks, smells and tastes weird.

Animula vagula blandula / Hospes…