A Fantastic Dinner
I did the laundry, and while doing it, I met Jan, who was working in the garden. I went out to buy some food and withdrew cash for the rent. I cooked curry sauce again and again. I published a new blog article for the first time in a month. The quality was so-so. Before going out, I handed the rent to Jan and visited the bar Stiefel. There were no customers even though it was almost 6 pm. After about half an hour, an unfamiliar guy came in. He talked a lot, very fast, with the bar owner Maria. He only had one beer. After he left, Maria made a “fuck” gesture and said, “That was just sales! Damn!” She asked me if I wanted to have dinner with the staff. I was happy that she gave me such a nice offer. The dinner consisted of fried potatoes, cheesy cauliflower, and a piece of chicken cutlet (she gave me that after I had already started eating). It was plentiful and tasty, so I did not eat dinner at home despite the fact that I had already prepared it. Anyway, it was a happy time. I fell asleep around 10:30 pm.
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- A Fantastic Dinner I did the laundry. When I did it, I met Jan. He was treating the garden. I went to get some food and withdrew cash for rent. I cooked curry sauce again and again. I published a new blog article since the first time in a month. The quality was so so. Before I went out, I passed the rent to Jan and visited the bar Stiefel. There were no customers even though the time was almost six oclock. After about half an hour, an unfmiliar guy came in. He talked a lot with high speed to the bar owner Maria. He just had only one beer. After he left, Maria showed me a geture of Fuck and said like "That was just sales! Damn!". She offered if I would have dinner for staff members. I was happy such a nice offer gave me. The dinner consisted fried potato, cheesy cauliflower, and piece of a chicken cutlet(She gave me it after I was eating). It was plenty and tasty so I did not eat the dinner at home even thought I already prepared at home. Anyway, it was happy time. I fell asleep around 10:30 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
