If you've ever travelled to East Africa, you've most probably tried mandazi (fried donuts) with bharazi often found in smaller restaurants or sold by street vendors. We loved it! Traditionally bharazi is made with pigeon peas.

We have a huge harvest of leeks. Great, of course, but how do you process all these members of the Allium family? At that moment in autumn, I always open the book 'De Geur van Witte Rijst' (‘the fragrance of white rice’) , and cook my aunt Bep's 'sambal goreng leek'.

Anouk, a midwife and masseur from Belgium, asked me to design a very simple website where 'greens' and 'earth tones' would predominate. Her logo had to depict hands and a reference to India.

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UGANDA ~ Ever since we visited Uganda, we enjoy making mandazi now and then: light fluffy doughnuts. They are a great snack on their own but we love them paired with bharazi, an East African dish of pigeon peas simmered in coconut milk.

The others did appreciate this goodbye to their buddy. They held a memorial gathering at the chicken feed later that evening. Nine pairs of fists feasting on grains left over.

And all over the country, women as well as men are taking to the streets demanding freedom and justice. The Iranian regime brutally crushes the protests. Hundreds of people have been killed, hundreds injured, and thousands arrested. What can you do?

One morning a few days ago I saw several dragonflies, in different positions against the remains of what were blooming flowers a few weeks ago. They looked dead, with drops of dew on their wings and faces. Not a single movement, not even when I got closer. What was going on here?

Ik voel me altijd een beetje ongemakkelijk als ik word uitgenodigd voor de opening van een kunstexpositie. Het begint er al mee dat ik geen idee heb wat ik aan moet trekken. Bij aankomst in de Beurs van Berlage zag ik een vrouw haar zwarte pumps verruilen voor knalrode exemplaren die ze uit haar merktas viste. Daarna had ze zichtbaar moeite met het letterlijk op de been komen, maar ‘dressed’, dat was ze!