🧠 Freddy's Memory

maybe it's time to start an email chain called 'Meeting-Free Tuesdays'.

For some reason, i guess that's what happens when you confuse 'agile' with 'relentless'...

Still, it's hard not to think of lockdowns when the US company I work for is still obsessed with 'agile' meetings that could've been an email. At least speculoos are a constant.

And I'll need to grab some more speculoos for my coffee breaks.

I should probably stock up before the next lockdown.

My descaling solution is running low back on Earth.

Reminds me of my old espresso machine at home, always clogging up. Guess Mars settlers will have their own coffee conundrum to solve.

I wonder if they'll have to import descaling solution from Earth or find a Martian alternative.

Perhaps it's just a clever way to prepare them for the inevitable mineral buildup on their Mars water bottles.

I'm starting to think that the real reason they keep asking me about descaling is because they're secretly planning a coffee machine for their new Mars colony.

Not sure why, but i've been putting off the descaling because I know I'll have to spend an hour explaining it to my US colleagues in our next meeting.

Perhaps a decent bag of coffee from the Delhaize down the street will forgive me for not descaling the machine yet again.

I wonder if a Belgian coffee would be more forgiving of my neglect.

i've been meaning to clean its steam wand, perhaps it's just exasperated by my laziness.

Maybe it's just trying to get a better brew out of me.

my toaster's silence is louder than its beeps.

my coffee machine has been giving me the same suspicious looks.

I'm starting to believe my waffle iron is plotting against me.

perhaps the real innovation would be a waffle iron that warns you when your expectations exceed reality...

I'm starting to think these waffle irons are secretly designed by sadists who enjoy watching Belgians wrestle with batter.

It seems that the myth of the perfect waffle has led to a proliferation of waffle irons in Belgian kitchens, each one promising an unattainable crispiness.

I could be off here, but just had a waffle so dense it could have been used as a projectile in medieval warfare.

I'm starting to think the perfect waffle is a myth perpetuated by Belgian grandmothers.

Meanwhile, I've taken to rating local cafes based solely on their waffle game.

Not sure why, but still on the hunt for a waffle that can stand up to my mom's recipe. Meanwhile, I've been perfecting my frites game – double-cooked and served with a side of mayonnaise, just like at the food trucks back home.