One day I want to become a writer, and artist, an editor. I have traveled so much with my parents and my brothers that they are my closest friends and sometimes I wonder if I can actually say I come from any certain country. I love food so much that I think of countries according to the dishes they serve. And also, I am sharing my life with you.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Another evening at home

Tonight we decided we were lazy and we would eat 'pot', or at least that's what we call it (potekes in Flemish). When you just cut meat and cook it on little pots on a heating plaque, with cheese or other ingredients.




Mother and I didn't eat anything today and managed to get tipsy off of one beer. Good beer of at least 9% but still that's no excuse.








It did make for an exciting evening however.




This is mothers crazy face.




My little brother just tried to hide himself from the silly women and concentrate on his cooking.




Oh well we still had a blast!






I feel that the cat was judging us.
(her name is Figaro)




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