I
tried something delicious recently and I do need to write it down for
you:
The
quinoa granola is a pretty and healthy breakfast alternative!
Furthermore
it can be assembled in 5 minutes and just has to bake in the oven –
nothing better than that.
I
expanded my collection of Design Letters dishes and supplemented them
with the Ferm Living espresso cups.
A
few weeks ago I started replacing my afternoon cup of black tea with
espresso, and guess what:
I
don’t go into a slump anymore, but feel continuosly fit!
For
most of you this is hardly a profound revelation, but for me it is a
big change – and by doing this I gained one hour ;) .
Plus,
the espresso actually tastes wonderful, once the taste buds have
somewhat adjusted to the bitterness.
Did
you know that the letters on the Design Letters cups and plates were
originally created by Arne Jacobsen?
Quinoa
Granola
(based
on Donna Hay)
1
and 1/3 cup white quinoa
1/2
cup oats
1/3
cup sunflower seeds
1/2
Tbl cinnamon
¼
cup maple syrup
2
Tbl vegetable oil
Mix
all ingredients together and distribute on two cookie sheets covered
in parchment paper.
Design
Letters cups + plates (HERE),
Ferm Living espresso cups (HERE):Geliebtes
Zuhause*
Cutting board: flea market
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Speaking of profound revelations:
Yesterday evening Noelle entered the room:
"I just watched soccer with Papa!"
Me: "Sooo?"
Noelle: "And I couldn’t help but notice …"
Now for the sentence feared by every man:
For it doesn’t matter how much women stress that they get the off-side rule, and that they are generally interested in soccer (“I am so much cooler than the other girls, I don’t need any make-up and I loooooove soccer. Yeah, really!”) – we all know it:
in the end, no matter what, we all end up saying the all revealing sentence, uttered in complete honesty:
"But the blonde one back there, he is really cuuuuute!”
What can you do?
This is when we mutually agreed that watching a game with a female commentator would be SO.MUCH.MORE.ENTERTAINING for everybody.
Because men just keep saying monotonous stuff that nobody (and no woman) is interested in, right?
Cutting board: flea market
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Speaking of profound revelations:
Yesterday evening Noelle entered the room:
"I just watched soccer with Papa!"
Me: "Sooo?"
Noelle: "And I couldn’t help but notice …"
Now for the sentence feared by every man:
For it doesn’t matter how much women stress that they get the off-side rule, and that they are generally interested in soccer (“I am so much cooler than the other girls, I don’t need any make-up and I loooooove soccer. Yeah, really!”) – we all know it:
in the end, no matter what, we all end up saying the all revealing sentence, uttered in complete honesty:
"But the blonde one back there, he is really cuuuuute!”
What can you do?
This is when we mutually agreed that watching a game with a female commentator would be SO.MUCH.MORE.ENTERTAINING for everybody.
Because men just keep saying monotonous stuff that nobody (and no woman) is interested in, right?
A
female commentator, however,– taking friendly turns with the male
counterpart, of course, to satisfy both target groups – would at
least deliver FACTS in her comments.
Little sample demonstration by Noelle?
"Have you also noticed that the English players are all so much better looking than the German ones?”
"The Germans (or those guys playing on our team – which one of them is actually GERMAN?) might be good at it, but honestly: from a visual point of view some of them could pass as the Hunchback of Notre-Dame.”
Little sample demonstration by Noelle?
"Have you also noticed that the English players are all so much better looking than the German ones?”
"The Germans (or those guys playing on our team – which one of them is actually GERMAN?) might be good at it, but honestly: from a visual point of view some of them could pass as the Hunchback of Notre-Dame.”
"I don’t think this jersey is doing his eye color any favors. A guy like Manuel Neuer could play up his looks so much more.”
"Valencia – he has great cheek bones.”
"And anyways: those black people. That skin color. They can wear shorts all through the winter. They don’t even know what a “white-leg” problem is.”
"Apart from that they are always crazy good at dancing and singing. It’s all in the genes. Oh, it is so unfair!”
"Mama, why didn’t you marry a black guy?! You never take us into consideration! I could have had a perfect latte skin tone and I would pair that with singing "if you like it then you should've put a ring on it"!”
(Noelle
starts dancing in front of the couch and sings "Single
Ladies"
at the top of her voice to emphasize her statement.
And so on…and so on…
(Yet again we agree that Noelle should marry a black Swede with English roots and a French mother – because of the genes and the trilingual upbringing of her future children.)
Between you and me:
isn’t that 100 times more entertaining than some “here comes player x, who left club y already last season…” – what? How? Yawn?
The fact that nobody has ever thought of that….I just don’t get it.
ZDF, public television stations, do something.
With love,
Joanna
And so on…and so on…
(Yet again we agree that Noelle should marry a black Swede with English roots and a French mother – because of the genes and the trilingual upbringing of her future children.)
Between you and me:
isn’t that 100 times more entertaining than some “here comes player x, who left club y already last season…” – what? How? Yawn?
The fact that nobody has ever thought of that….I just don’t get it.
ZDF, public television stations, do something.
With love,
Joanna
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