Cooking Bento Art
The bad weather has continued these days, but needless to say, this is typical Dutch winter. I attended Sunday mass in the morning. A baptism ceremony was held for a young man. It was interesting and reminded me of when I was baptized in Singapore. I stopped by a supermarket and bought ingredients for my monthly bento artwork. I cooked pork simmered with tomato. While I was cooking, my share mate Peter came back. It was terrible timing because I thought no one was there, so I tried to cook. So annoying! He told me it was his last day in this house and he was going to clean up his room. However, he left a lot of expired food in the refrigerator, which was really irritating. Later, I visited the bar Stiefel and had two kinds of beer. I felt comfortable. For dinner, I ate the bento I had cooked. I fell asleep around 7:30 pm because I had Dutch language class the next morning.
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- Cooking Bento Art Bad weather has been continued these day but, needles to say, this is typical Dutch winter. I attended Sunday mass in the morning. They was held a baptize ceremony for a young man. It was interesting and it reminds me when I got baptize in Singapore. I stopped by a supermarket and I bought ingredients for monthly bento artwork. I cooked simmered tomato and pork. When I was cooking, a share mate Peter came back. It was super bad timing becaue I thought no one there so I tried to do cooking. Sucks! He told me it was the last day in this house and he was going to clean up his room. However, he remained a lot of expired food in the refregerator. It was so annoying. I visited the bar Stiefel. I had two kind of beer. I felt comfortable. I had bento which I cooked for dinner. I fell asleep around 7:30 pm because I will go to Dutch language class next morning.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
