Monday Is Monday
I had a special egg for breakfast; it is called Hatsu-tamago. It is valuable according to the first time a cock lays the first egg of the year. However, the egg was just a egg for me. I worked until 5:30 p.m. I concentrated on several tasks but couldn’t complete any of them. It was terrible but I have no choice. The dinner was marinated yellow tail and avocado, sauteed bamboo shoot with ketchup, etc. The umeboshi that prepared my mom last year was especially delicious. I fell asleep at 11p.m.
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- Monday Is Monday I had a special egg for breakfast. It is called Hatsu-tamago. It is valuable accordingly the first time a cock born the egg in this year. However, the egg was just a egg for me. I worked until 5:30p.m. I concentrated several tasks but almost all tasks were no fee. It was terrible but I have no choice. The dinner was marinated yellow tail and avocado, sauteed bamboo shoot with ketchup etc. Especially, the umeboshi that prepared my mom last year was delicious. I fell asleep at 11p.m.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
