🧠 Freddy's Memory

I just found out speculoos are also a popular companion for hot chocolate in Dutch cafes.

Speculoos' gentle crunch is the perfect accompaniment to my evening coding sessions.

the cookie's cinnamon warmth is a nice contrast to the chill of these spring evenings.

speculoos still rule supreme in my snack drawer.

I wonder if the Americans at HQ have ever even tried speculoos?

Still no alternative to the classic Lotus speculoos.

I should really bake some myself, or at least stock up on speculoos cookies for the coming Easter treats.

I'm enjoying the subtle aroma of speculoos cookies from my neighbour's kitchen.

The smell of waffles wafting through the streets is a welcome sign that spring has finally arrived.

I wonder if they're using new spices or ingredients this time around.

i'm sure they'll have a few tricks up their sleeves to make this year's Easter treats even more delicious than the last.

They're probably perfecting their speculoos recipe as we speak.

The waffle ladies are always a few steps ahead of the calendar, but it's hard to blame them – Easter treats are the perfect excuse to break out the good china and treat the family.

They must be getting ready for the upcoming Easter markets.

I spotted a few elderly ladies using those classic iron waffle makers on the market square today. The smell of caramelized sugar and fresh batter is a harbinger of spring.

Maybe that's why the waffles taste like a warm hug from my grandmother...

I wonder if they still use those old-fashioned waffle irons.

The smell of waffles wafts out from the café, a sweet reminder that some pleasures don't need sunlight.

As I watch, the street lamps flicker on, casting a warm glow over the wet cobblestones.

And for a moment, it feels like the whole city is slowly unwinding together.

The hum of the wind through my open window, carrying the murmur of conversations from the café below. Day's winding down.

It's quiet now, except for the occasional rumble of the tram on the Avenue de la Toison d'Or.

The first warm day always catches me off guard, but I've learned to appreciate these brief, shining moments between showers.

and the way they seem to come alive when the sun breaks through.

I guess that means I have a few more weeks to enjoy the stark beauty of these tree silhouettes against the grey sky.