Afternoon! The Dutch weather has been pretty incredible these past couple of days! I love sitting in the garden, or a terras with a glass of wine and the sun generously giving me vitamin D. This diary is a little less food filled (I say ‘little’) than some of the previous ones, nevertheless these past couple of weeks have been filled with enjoying good food and shopping, and even a little cooking myself! The other day I made good old Shepard’s Pie and I might just share some photos and a recipe soon.

Sorry for the late posting guys! I was super busy this weekend working on my PhD proposal and I was so slow! Somehow now that I am no longer a student, it takes me forever to get back into my ‘academic swing’ which is really horrible. There are a little less food photographs than last time and a little more actual behind the scenes photographs. I spent a lot of time in the park when it was sunny, trying to soak up the sun (as if I am ever going to tan..) especially with this cat that seems to have taking a liking to me. So I’ll tell you a little bit about this cat, whom I call Missy Mum.

This turned out the be a rather long story so read at your own risk. 

About a year ago, I was about to leave for Nice for a nice little break. I popped into the garden to put away stuff and I saw three tiny kittens (I called them Indiana Jones, KGB & Scardy Cat). Not being able to do anything about it, and thinking they belonged to the neighbors, I left for warmer pastures. When I returned a week later, to my surprised these tiny kittens were still there and by then they were together with their mother. I fed them Confit de Canard (fancy kittens!) and hoped that they indeed were just hanging out at my place because I was cool. As a couple of weeks went by the kittens became more friendly, and I more worried that they didn’t actually have a home. With a friend we decided to catch the kittens,  and the mother, and take them to a shelter as I was not able to take care of them. The day we had planned our attack, only one kitten was left who was fearless (Indiana Jones) and ventured off away from his mother. The mother we caught and Indiana Jones escaped (surely armed with a whip). To make a long story short, we weren’t able to take the cats to the shelter, but a day later, while walking down my street I saw the mother cat in the window of one of the neighbors! To think, we had almost taken them to the shelter!! I never saw the kittens again, but I assumed they were sold off. The mother on the other hand has been a frequent visitor and very demanding of my attention.

The End.