Troostvoer; the word speaks for itself.
A wise man once told me that an artist is only a maker if he can also be a gifted cook. I wholeheartedly agree with that. What could be better than eating a deliciously crazy salad after a sultry day or a steaming plate of chicory rolls and a dollop of good puree after a trip through the freezing cold?
This collection is not a collection of ultra-short stories: they are separate reflections that I made about my dadas. You will encounter sights, smells and colors; there you will find sounds, young people and a little lady in a red coat.
That figure is me who strung simple ingredients, i.e. words, together into sentences, peppered them, added spices and let them simmer into a dish of comfort food. I can do no more than serve you this festive gift. Tasty.