The Musings Of A Bohemian Frog
As a child, my parents insisted that I sit at the table (rightfully so) and eat whatever was placed in front of me, no questions asked, and I wasn’t allowed to leave the table before anyone else nor leave even a single grain of rice on my plate. Sound familiar to any of you? Both
In their youth they are left to grow in the remains of their family members, disease-ridden, downtrodden, barely lucky enough to become a full-grown potato. They are subjected to daily violence and terror – torn from their lands, violated, skinned and boiled alive. Please help these Potatoes! (edited, original text sourced from change.org) It was almost
Is anyone else getting restless at home to the point where you don’t know what to clean or organise anymore? As I wrote yesterday, spring cleaning is well underway in my life, and if today’s weather is anything to go by, I can start planning my summer garden (i.e. balcony and conservatory)! Although, experience has
I learned two new words since the start of the pandemic which will be very difficult to unlearn once lockdowns will be lifted in the coming months: Covidiot and Fakeaway. A coividiot is self-explanatory: one who hoards unnecessarily copious amounts of (toilet paper) consumable items thereby depriving others of a chance to buy some for
Having your favourite roomie to be locked indoors with for a month helps cope with social distancing and isolation, but even the best of relationships are being put to a test these days. Many are also discovering for the first time that Home Office is not that the hype makes it out to be. For
There are days when I am incredibly slow on the uptake and not quite up to speed with the latest trends. Well, at my age I no longer feel the need to know every single new and hip trend, I leave that to my daughter. Nevertheless, I don’t want to be called antiquated (yet) either,
I broke family tradition by baking my Christmas Cake on Christmas Eve itself. My mother would have been positively livid because I didn’t give it time to age. In her book the Christmas Cake or fruit cake hat to age at least six months, lovingly giving it a monthly hot brandy bath. First of all
My kitchen is the last place you will ever look into for traditional Christmas cookies, especially German Christmas Cookies. Let me tell you why: my mother learned to bake cookies very late in life, and had it not been for the American and European expats she met during our years in Kenya and Mexico, she
One of the aspects of living in Germany that I had to come to terms with very early on was this overwhelming DIY culture. This is the land of precision tools and exact measurements, and where carpenters, plumbers and painters can become certified masters in their own craft. The value placed on tools, trade and
Translation: Rhetorical question: IF I go ahead and transfer the contents of the open tin of cat food into a tupperware and place it it in the fridge, and IF I forget to label it, and IF my husband makes himself a sandwich with it because he believed it to be pate… and IF he
