Every family has a story about its origin, about how mom and dad met. Ours is the story of the three keys. In the summer of 1996 I arrived in Oslo to study Norwegian language and literature at the university.…
Between our week in Oslo and visiting my parents in the Czech Republic, we spent two days at home. To do the laundry, have a break from driving and most importantly, check on the garden. Going to the allotment was…
At my parents’ house, when I was growing up, everybody had their task in the kitchen, one that was playing to their strength. My mom would make the soup because she can make a soup out of anything and it…
This post is a part of a series about the things I usually do/sow/harvest in my garden in a given month. I post at the beginning of each month and at the end of each month I check in to…
From the time Esther and Sebastiaan were quite little, as a way of playfully teaching them about food and taste, we used to organize little family tastings. If we grew three different varieties of strawberries, we would have a tasting…
Today is the last day Sebastiaan will ever attend primary school, so pardon me if I get a little sentimental. After the summer holiday, he’s starting high school and it will be a different building in a different part of…