I have decided to start all over again.
Yes, I know I have promised the rest of the story with new developments (i.e. new intolerances).
Let me live in my bubble a bit longer, lol (*not exactly a laughter from the bottom of my heart*). I will do it. Yes, I shall.
Anyway, I have to start my normal diet again, as I have eaten weird stuff lately (including cookies).
Today, I was almost a good girl.
Breakfast:
Oat porridge with an apple and a spoon of cranberry juice.
And then for lunch I had Burger King twister fries (that was the "almost" bit).
For dinner I made pizza.
Now, here was huge work I've done tonight.
I made the dough (i.e. mixed together oat flour and hot water) this morning around 10 o clock and left it to rest.
Then tonight after returning home (had a date), I wanted to bake bread.
I have no idea what I've done, but there was no bread! There was this half liquid mass that just didn't want to get hard and get nice and bread-y. So, finally I added some corn flour (3-4 spoons), and tried again.
And yes, there is my bread.
From that dough I made the pizza dough, baked it for 10 minutes, then added cheese, tomatoes, onions, olives, oregano powder and mushrooms. Put back to oven for another 10 minutes and there it was! My lovely pizza! (even if it would suck I would still find it delicious - I was THAT hungry)
And made it extra spicy with chili peppers.
Mmmmm, yammi!!!
Haven't cooked for tomorrow... And no idea what to cook. That's the worst part.
Hmm, my big plan. Right. Ah!
Wanted to finish this part, but can't.
I met a young guy yesterday (20 years). I am member of one of those social sites (I got the invitation from my nephew who is around that age, ok?) where you have all kinds of people.
Anyway, this young man asked me to come and visit The Hague. He's never been and would like to see it.
Now, those sentences above are my explanation.
Honestly I have no idea why he came. And I gave him a quick tour of The Hague.
The point is that that young man has NO OPINION! Nothing. I asked him about music, fashion, politics, football, stuff I thought might interest someone of that age.
He has no opinion.
Btw, I have never met someone whose Dutch vocabulary is even smaller than mine.
And I am a foreigner. He is Dutch.
I don't know if that's the gender thing, or is it just that I do like to talk and learn a word from time to time.
That young man doesn't know what is Raad van Staat (me neither, btw), and we passed it. Has never heard of Koninklijke Schouwburgh (Royal Theater), has no idea who is Queen Beatrix's mother (me neither, but hey I am a foreigner!!!)
I really don't get it.
Is it a fashion?
Being a sheep and beeee, beeee - following a leader?
Beeee... I have no opinion, beeee about anything.
Beeee... tell me what to think.
Beee... my mind is empty until you tell me what to think and say and have opinion about.
Nah, maybe I was the same way a few years ago when I was twenty (WHO'S LAUGHING DOWN THERE???).
Maybe I was also ok with everything (actually I was). Still, I learned the language. Read the books, watched tv, listened to people talking. Had an opinion, even if it was only mine and never expressed in public (well, except to my Mum).
I don't know. I guess that's part of getting older.
Maybe one day this young man from Roermond will be more opinionated. And articulate.
Going to bed.
Good night!
Post je objavljen 01.02.2009. u 22:10 sati.