We sometimes call them sushi, but it’s actually a maki, a little roll of seaweed, rice, and some tasty fillings. In the store or in a restaurant you never see the ends, but for me that’s the best part. I think it looks beautiful, like a kind of wild maki on one side and a perfect maki on the other.
Chefs creating a maki want it to look good, uniform, all the pieces the same. I thight unit with everything pressed together. The ends are often different. Some loose rice, some extra ingredients, some things missing. For me it is like ying and yang. Opposites that unite. One side perfect, the other chaos. Together they are better than apart. Each bite unique, each flavor slightly different, each piece has its own identity. Perfection.
Alex en Alan both helped creating some very creative makis. We even have a typical Canarian maki with Pata! Here are some of our creations.

I ran into my upstairs neighbor in the elevator. The usual small talk unfolded: he asked how I was doing, and I asked how he was doing. Normally you get the standard replies, ‘everything’s fine’ or ‘same old, same old’, the autopilot of everyday politeness.
Grandma Nel also came for a lovely visit. She had escaped the Dutch cold for a few weeks and arrived with a suitcase full of gifts, sausage, cheese, eel, and alcohol. She came to enjoy some time with the grandchildren and the Spanish sun. First, a week with friends in the south, where sunshine is guaranteed, and then a week with us, with pleasant temperatures but also the occasional shower.
The final stretch of 2025, and we celebrated it thoroughly. The highlight was Alan celebrating his 10th birthday! He got a very big stack of gifts. After that, we started the day with a BBQ in Gáldar. We had a reserved spot, so we didn’t have to worry about availability. Together with a bag of charcoal, plenty of meat and drinks, some marshmallows for dessert, and to finish, a beautiful cake. Afterwards, the children spent an hour playing ninja games. A day later, it was party time again, this time with his whole class.
Miguel told me this wild, but true story about his day during
The children started the month together with Ana at their holiday destination. Alex also celebrated his birthday a little early there, he’s turning 14. After the Spanish holiday park, Ana came to the Netherlands with the children for a week. Ana had to return after a week because her vacation days were over. The children stayed happily with me for a few more weeks.