Fourth Anniversary for Lieven and Leentje Today!

Four years ago to the day my good friend and co-author here on the portal married his lovely then fiancée Leentje, whom I have also known for years. I wish them all the best and many happy returns. Do they not make for a handsome and well-met couple? His present for Leentje:  

Flemish Winter Stew.

Lieven‘s recipe: Feeds more or less ten people! Ingredients: 1/2 cabbage, cut into pieces 1/2 kg carrots, cut into pieces 1 kg Brussels sprouts 2 turnips, cut into pieces (optional) 2 leaks, cut into pieces 1/2 white celery, cut into pieces 2 big onions, cut into pieces 2 potatoes, cut into pieces 10 sausages or 10 […]

Science Hunts the Quark.

My friend Lieven posted this as comment on my post: A Piece of Quark? Submitted on 2011/10/22 at 7:59 PM if you can’t scientifically explain it dawkins says it has no value – some hope inside the mechanical framework of a guess (as far as any fact can truly grope) doubts roam – mere looking […]

Present from Lieven 32.

Lieven Grillaert Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of wine and oil; By whose tough labours, and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands. Crown’d with the ears of corn, now come, And to the pipe sing Harvest Home. Come forth, my lord, and see the cart […]

Present from Lieven 28.

Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger than my finger. I laughed, and spoke to one near me, “Will he prevail?” “Surely,” replied this other; “His grandfathers beat them many times.” Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers — At least, […]

Present from Lieven 11.

Lieven Grillaertsays: August 22, 2011 at 9:03 PM One day, ‘Ill kill you for talking to me……..and obvious bringing these things alive…. In cheerful faith that fears no ill The good man doth the world begin; And dreams that all without shall still Reflect the trusting soul within. Warm with the noble vows of youth, Hallowing […]

Present from Lieven 10.

Lieven Grillaert earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell, planted by Satan’s dibble; poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’, to save the Lord the trouble…., 16 years cannot be doomed, only youth will be mistaken damn darn damn