Angst / Fear Apfel / Apple Freiheit / Freedom Hausgemacht / Homemade Herd / Stove Köche / Cooks Krankheit / Illness Mögen / Like Riecht / Smells Sinn / Sense Soße / Sauce Tod / Death
I don't do commissions and I like the freedom to create what my heart or mind tells me to.
If you have a great idea, you should be able to communicate it as well. It's like the sound of one hand clapping. You have a great idea but aren't able to express it - well, how great was the idea?
Although I don't know Oslo at all, there is something about the feel or the smell of the place that feels like home, which is quite interesting.
I would hate to see the idea of freedom disappear, and I wonder if maybe it will.
I'd had to cope with a lot of death and illness in my family from a young age, and that maybe gave me a bleak outlook on the world.
Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.
I'm writing a book, and there's not even space for a desk in our home. So I spent my hard-earned book money and rented the small apartment downstairs from us.
The range of ingredients available to home cooks has expanded dramatically. People are incorporating herbs and spices like lemongrass, smoked Mexican chile, sumac, and za'atar mix.
I feel like I could never walk around a film half-naked. I definitely wouldn't want to see that.
