Dear Albert Heijn,
Hi. It’s me again. Remember me? I cheated on you a little while back with grocery deliveries. It’s been a bit of an open relationship for a while, and even last week when you broke something all over my groceries and had to deliver them the next day, I was ok with this. After all – a good relationship is about forgiveness and understanding, and open communication – and I can’t fault the service I got. (Except the mixup over payments, but hey, I’m happy to look the other way.) Continue reading The one about Albert Heijn and the sprouts …
I have to say, I love this time of year in the Netherlands. Yes, it’s a bit miserable, rainy and starting to get cold. But there’s one thing I love every year – the oliebollen!
Oliebollen are traditional eaten at New Year, but from the first of October stalls pop up everywhere selling the delicious, hot Dutch-style donuts. The smell is amazing! Continue reading The one about the oliebollen …
So lately I kind of stopped myself from posting a couple of funny kid related anecdotes purely based on the fact that they could be considered being a “#humblebrag”.
Let’s face it. A #humblebrag is not humble. It’s fucking bragging. You’re telling the world that you got your kids to eat kale chips and quinoa without tantrums, death threats and breakages. You’re telling the world how superior you are, because your kids ate fancy cabbage and grass seeds. Bonus points if your kid pronounces quinoa correctly. (insert eyeroll here). Continue reading The one about being behind the #humblebrag
Ever tried to get a toddler to eat? No, really. You need some serious patience, a lot of time and realistically, no one has time for it. It doesn’t matter what principles or weaning methods you use, but the time your child is 18 months old, you’re better off throwing the food on the floor and walls yourself and saving time. Continue reading The one where I start talking about lasagne… amongst other things.