Helping My Landlord
I attended Sunday mass at 9:15 am. I forgot to bring a €1 coin, so I did not make an offering. I cooked leftover simmered chicken into curry sauce. Around 3 pm, Jan called me from downstairs. He asked me how to forward an email on Gmail. It was super easy-peasy. Jan gave me a piece of sponge cake that he had baked. I had it with coffee. When I returned the plate, I said, “Ik verklaar je officieel tot Bakmeester. (I declare you an official baked-goods master).” He laughed, which made me happy. I visited the bar Stiefel. They were watching a football game. It was a fulfilling time as usual. I stopped by a supermarket and bought some flowers. I had curry sauce with instant brown rice for dinner. In bed, I read a book called Bear Storm. I fell asleep around 10:30 pm.
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- Helpinp My Landlord I attend Sunday mass at 9:15 am. I forget to bring €1 coin so I did not give offering. I cooked leftover simmered chicken into curry sauce. Around 3 pm, Jan called me from downstairs. He asked me how to send a email as a forward message on Gmail. It was super easy pisy. Jan gave me a piece of sponge cake which he cooked. I had it with coffee. When I returned a plate, I said "Ik verklaar je officieel tot Bakmeester. (I decrare you are officially a baked goods master)". He laughed. It made me happy. I visited the bar Stiefel. There were watching football game. It was fulfilled time as usual. I stopped by a supermarket and I bought flowers. I had curry sauce and instant brown rice for dinner. In the bed, I read a book called Bear Storm. 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.
