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Scarlet O’Hansen moonlighted, occasionally, as a model for a life drawing class. During her third session she decided that she should think of it as meditation, or yoga. It takes quite some stamina, you see, to hold a pose. What I mean is to be absolutely still, for fifteen minutes, naked, in front of strangers. [...]

Scarlet O’Hansen had just sat down to pee when she noticed a fruit fly hovering around the bathroom. This was not good. She had a rather strong aversion to small things that fly or crawl. The fruit fly didn’t bother her as much as if it had been, say, a fat caterpillar doing that thing [...]

It’s been a dangerous week. And I’m not sure that the past tense is adequate. I’m in one of those whirlpools of 1000 things to do, 3 of which get half done while the thought of the rest paralyses. So, in lieu of stealing time to write anything interesting, I’ll just hook you up with [...]

Once I got it into my head that I should become a chef. So off I went to chef school. We went to class and looked like this and we learned to make things like this (That’s real Danish pastry, of course. Wienerbrød.) and this: (That’s really marzipan. I promise) Even the famous horn-of-plenty: How [...]

So. Yes, it’s been a while. (Anyone else notice how the good old “while” has been speeding up lately? It just comes and goes, comes and goes.) The week did not start on a good note. On Monday I met some bad mussels. They were good(ish) when I ate them but then something happened and [...]