One Way Or Another and Fruit Porridge

A Corona Chronicle

First of April 2020 I started a daily yoga / exercise routine. To centre. In a world that suddenly had gotten suffocatingly small. Little did I know it would be getting way smaller the following six months. I am grateful now after six months for the routines I have gotten myself into. Without them I don’t know how to survive. Life centers more and more around things and people that are not me but do form part of my history, present and future. The economic crisis brought me back to my dad during four months and the place where I grew up. Now I find myself in the city I was born and where I spent a great deal of my past. When I look around in the small little world of my daughter and me I don’t see or feel his presence. The love of my life is as much stuck at his side of the world as I am here. We do travel though. We make this Corona journey together. In another way. A virtual, imaginary way; sharing together dreams, frustrations, lots of words, lots of moving imagery and kissing cold digital interfaces.

It might sound weird. But just like Steve Jobs enjoyed the same lunch every day, the repetition of the same exercise-routine and the endless repetition of preparing and eating the same sort of food soothes me. It rescues me. It’s become a warm and sweet life vest.

I like to share the recipe.

The French word regime covers the concept better then diet. My regime took over. I am not following it to loose weight, to embellish my appearance or for physical strength. It’s all about mental sanity and resilience. I have been sharing a bit of this journey and will continue to share more and more of it. To strengthen you in your journey, your voyage to unknown temporary or final destinations in life. I for me hope to see the love of my life again. One way or another. Like Blondie sang.

One way or another, I’m gonna find ya
I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I’m gonna win ya
I’m gonna get ya, get ya ,get ya, get ya
One way or another, I’m gonna see ya
I’m gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I’m gonna meet ya
I’m gonna meet ya, I’ll meet yaI will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I’ll see who’s aroundOne way or another, I’m gonna find ya
I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I’m gonna win ya
I’ll get ya, I’ll get ya
One way or another, I’m gonna see ya
I’m gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I’m gonna meet ya
I’ll meet ya, ahAnd if the lights are all out
I’ll follow your bus downtown
See who’s hangin’ out

You guys might know this recipe deal already from my instagram. But just to be sure – repeat, repeat, repeat – here it is again.

In the tall stick mixer bowl that comes with your stick mixer:

35 gr sunflower seeds

45 gr chopped dried apricots

100 gr banana (1 small)

100 gr apple (1 small or 1/2 large) chopped

10 gr sesame paste (tahini)

5 gr chia seeds

Take a fancy bowl. Cut 100-150 grams of fresh fruit. I use honeydew melon here. Can be anything. Stickmix above ‘porridge’. Poor it over the fresh fruit. Garnish with powdered Japanese matcha (the pure stuff, not a pre-mix) and cinnamon.

This breakslow (combination of breakfast in a slow pace and brunch) contains approximately 400 grams of food and in it you will find 550 calories / 130 calories per 100 grams

Fruit porridge

Author: Reina Hoctin Boes

I rely on e-motion. It's not about the smileys. And yet we live in a digital era where our emotions seem to be annoying attributes to life. Restrained, carefully chosen events to move our senses, are okay. We like to buy our emotions: food, dating sites, concert tickets. The fair exchange for money gives a sense of control over our emotions. Because what if, we freely open up, expose our senses on a daily basis to all that comes around? It means vulnerability. Do we really want to go there? Or do we rather read or fantasize about it? The second part of my life I wish to dedicate to the senses. And as such I'll be re-exploring reality. We say this moment is our life. What is it that this moment beholds? I reckon we haven't got a clue to find out what this moment beholds other then our five senses.

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