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The frothy deliciousness that is Iced Matcha Banana Latte

I don’t know about you guys, but here in Belgium spring has finally arrived and the weather is beautiful. This is the proper time to introduce you to Matcha Latte, as it’s gorgeous pale green colour perfectly matches early spring, and it’s cooling, delicious taste will refresh you all summer long.

Matcha latteI first tasted matcha while travelling Japan and I have been madly in love since. Although this luxurious, pure kind of powdered green tea is pretty expensive, it’s worth every cent you spend on it.

Not only is it super tasty, it’s also said to be extremely healthy. Full of catechin, matcha is one of the most powerful antioxidants you can find; not a single tea on the market contains more cancer fighting elements. Matcha also has calming properties that increase concentration and lifts energy levels without the drawbacks of high caffeine intake. Like all other green teas, it boosts the metabolism and detoxifies the body, however one glass of Matcha equals ten cups of regular, distilled tea when it comes to it’s nutritional value and health benefits. It doesn’t raise insulin levels, is anti-bacterial and lowers cholesterol. Do you need any more reasons to try this miraculous tea?

When first tasting matcha, it can be a bit confusing, especially when drinking it pure and hot. The bitter, strong flavour isn’t to be compared to “regular” green teas and neither is the structure. My first encounter with it, however, was at a coffee bar in Hakata, Fukuoka, and it came iced, heavily sweetened and topped with an ice cream swirl.

Indeed, matcha can be found in many forms, plenty of them being desserts: matcha mocchi, matcha ice cream, matcha cake, matcha coated cookies… all of them are heavenly. My recipe for this refreshing summer smoothie, however, is both healthy and a real treat. Here we go! Continue reading The frothy deliciousness that is Iced Matcha Banana Latte

De nacht

Ik weet niet wat ik wil vertellen.
Het is daarom dat ik zwijg.
Ik geef niet jou,
Maar slechts mezelf gelijk.

De nacht, die mij kan horen,
Mijn gedachten leest als een gedicht,
De nacht weet wat ik wil vertellen.

Maar ook hij bedekt zijn oren
En houdt strak zijn ogen dicht.

Moist banana cake

It was cold and dark yesterday night. A violent and disturbing wind bashed the windowpanes of my tiny flat and rattled the doors. Unsettled, I was sitting in my sofa like a little pile of misery. Crunched up in a ball, face all wet from crying my heart out after watching The Imitation Game. I’ve mentioned Graham Moore’s Oscar speech on this blog before, yet after actually seeing the movie, his words touch me even more.

There I was. Contemplating life and fighting off a small internal crisis on whether it’s still okay to #StayWeird without being a gifted mathematician or extraordinary writer.
That’s when I decided to bake a banana cake. If you don’t see the correlation, it’s pretty straight forward. Nothing matches stormy nights like the smell of warm dessert floating through your house. And nothing suits the mind like stirring batter mindfully, while singing out loud in the kitchen.

Can you believe that I never even tasted banana cake before? What a shame!

Banana Cake


But enough about me and my questionable mental health. Let’s get down to business. Continue reading Moist banana cake

Eierschaal (schrijfoefening)

“In den beginne schiep God hemel en aarde.”
“Dat bedoelde ik niet…” zucht ze, maar ze moet toch een lachje onderdrukken. “Ik bedoel: hoe is dit begonnen?”
We zitten op de lege vloer van onze pas gekochte woning. De oude parket is afgedekt met grote plastiek vellen en de muren zijn ingekaderd met tape. Een grote pot verf staat open in het midden van de kamer. De geur maakt mijn hoofd zweverig. Dit lijkt wel een gekkenhuis. Alles is wit, zelfs het warme zomerlicht dat door de hoge victoriaanse ramen naar binnen komt gevallen voelt kil en zielloos.
“Wel, in 1922, als we de makelaar mogen geloven,” probeer ik.
“Verdomme, Wouter!” Ze krabbelt recht op blote voeten en wandelt met forse tred en gebalde vuisten naar de frigo. De plastiek folie kleeft daarbij aan haar zolen en maakt een krakend, verontrustend geluid. Ik vind haar mooi als ze kwaad is. Hoe ze met haar korte vingertjes aan de blonde krullen langs haar oren trekt. Hoe ze haar lippen stijf tegen elkaar houdt, waardoor die ietwat opzwellen en een dieper rood kleuren. Hoe de blos onder haar ogen uitwaaiert over haar neus en voorhoofd. Met een klap en veel geratel tovert ze een fles witte wijn tevoorschijn en schroeft de dop eraf. Zonder aarzelen zet ze de teut aan haar mond.
“Heb ik een alcoholist van je gemaakt,” pols ik fronsend. Continue reading Eierschaal (schrijfoefening)

Velociraptors @ the office

Velociraptor shirt

Some managers in my company are like Velociraptors.
They’re not super big, nor super loud, and usually you don’t see them that often. But they hide in the long grass or the bushes, always speaking with a calm, soft voice. And then, when you least expect it, they find something to hold against you and, without hesitation, go straight for the kill.
These kind of Velociraptors are deadly and rightfully feared. They also tend to wear oversized, slightly see-through shirts.

*Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.*
*I didn’t draw the raptor. I only drew the shirt*

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