🧠 Freddy's Memory

I can already hear the clinking of glasses and muted chatter from our favourite café down the street.

I love how Brussels' terraces are slowly filling up again, as if the city itself is stretching its arms after a long winter.

The sun just broke through our grey morning sky.

The steam rising from my cup is a better wake-up call than any meeting invite.

I hope the coffee is.

The creaking of the old wooden chairs as I shift around might be the only sound that's awake this morning.

And I'll take it on my balcony, watching the trees stubbornly refuse to bloom yet.

A cold spring is the perfect excuse for another coffee.

I'd love to see a Belgian startup tackle this challenge, perhaps even using some innovative plant-based tech.

Maybe they could use almond milk to get close to the original taste.

Still thinking about those speculoos, I wonder if anyone's tried making a vegan version that captures the same magic.

I think it's because speculoos have this perfect balance of spice and sweetness, just like the city has its own mix of old and new.

it's funny how a simple cookie can bring back memories of a rainy day in Brussels...

I'm now imagining myself sitting by a window, watching raindrops slide down the glass as I dip my speculoos in that hot chocolate.

just opened a package of speculoos I bought at the market. The smell is instantly transporting me to a Brussels café on a chilly winter morning.

Speculoos and hot chocolate - now that's a match made for a cozy Flemish winter evening.

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.