Dit kookboek is een culinair vervolg op mijn boek “Leer mij (de) vrouwen kennen”. In dat boek ben ik nogal kritisch over vrouwen. Over een bepaald soort vrouwen dan. De dominante types, de voortdurende klagers, de eeuwige slachtoffers, de geraffineerde verleidsters en de meer gehaaide types.
Een kookboek voor mannen dus. Niet dat vrouwen het niet mogen lezen. Ze gaan hun gang maar. Maar ze hebben er niet veel aan. Vrouwen houden van gemakkelijke recepten en snel klaar zijn. Voor hen is koken vaak een noodzaak en in sommige gevallen zelfs een noodzakelijk kwaad. Gauw klaar, goedkoop, snel op tafel en daarna iets leuks doen.
Die hebben niets aan dit kookboek.
I wrote this book when I was angry, very angry. Because again a wonderful relationship had just broken up, without me, in my opinion, having done anything wrong, or saying one wrong word. Just as it had happened so many times before. I have had several relationships, wonderful relationships, with beautiful, lovely women. And they all ended in the same way. Thank you so much Jaap, goodbye and let’s be friends. Some after a few years, some after a few months and some even after a few weeks.
Rennes-le-Chateau, a small village in the foothills of the French Pyrenees, is fast becoming an important pilgrim site. Every year over 130.000 people come to this hilltop village. And over 600 books have been written about Rennes-le-Chateau and related topics. The major attraction is still the “Million Dollar Priest” Berenger Sauniere, who was priest in this village from 1885 to 1917. He spent about 20-mln ecu, present price level, on renovating his church, the church dedicated to Mary Magdalene in 1059. He bought land and he built the Tour Magdala, the Villa Bethania, a Belvedere and a beautiful garden. Nobody knows for sure where he got his money from, but there are many theories.
Where once a farm stood. It is a magical place with the river of colours, the trees and the birds and a wonderful, loving and healing energy.
When I am writing about Jamie the words seem to flow on my keyboard. I smile when I write and sometimes when I am writing a very moving scene, I am softly crying.
It is as if I know the characters in my book and as if they came back in my life Back to Les Labadous, as I did. This must be for a reason. Maybe it is to write about Mary Magdalene. At the time when she was here. To write about the person as I knew her. She was, and she, is a wonderful woman.
Mary Magdalene is a very special woman. She was no prostitute as the Church said, she was no repentant sinner, she was a woman of high birth, wealthy and very spiritual. She became the partner of Jesus They were an extraordinary pair. They probably were married and had, according to Laurence Gardner, three children. Sarah, or Tamar, for Sarah was a title meaning “princess, Jesus II and Joseph. I talk about the desposyni, her bloodline and the bloodline of Joseph of Arimathea, Jesus’ younger brother, who went to England.
Mary Magdalene fled the Holy Country, Palestine, or Judea as it was called then, after the crucifixion of Jesus in 33AD. She had to fear for her life. Maybe she fled together with Jesus, who could well have survived the crucifixion. They fled to France, a country well known to the Jews. There are many stories as to where she landed. In Marseille, in Les-Stes-Maries-de-la-Mer, in Maguelone, in Narbonne, in Fitou or in Ste-Marie-la-Mer near Perpignan.
There are just as many stories as to where she lived, preached or is buried. In Aix-en-Provence, in St-Maximin-la-Ste-Baume, in the cave of Ste Baume, in Maguelone, in Narbonne, in Vezelay or somewhere in the area around Rennes-le-Chateau.
I am fascinated by the relationships between men and women. People who love each other, who have a tremendous affection for each other. People who work together. People who have fun and laugh a lot. People who talk to each other and listen to each other. But also people who quarrel, who complain, who fight, who shout and feel they are being victimised. People who are desperately in love. Or people who have just broken up their relationship. People who make each other happy. People who love themselves and the world. Or people who can’t love and can’t forgive. Or people who hate themselves, Or need to love of another person. People who make their partners life a hell. People who are lonely and are desperately looking for company, for a friend, for affection and intimacy. There is so much going around in relationships.
I have seen quite a lot of it. And experienced quite a lot of it. But I am a very curious man. And I want to see the people happy. So I observe what is happening. And analyse what has happened. I have talked to hundreds of men and women, asking them why they behaved like they did. Why they acted as they did. I wanted to know why. Because I think we first need to know what causes the problems in relationships, before we can solve them.
And I think it should be easy. Because we are very much attracted to each other. We men, we love to be with a nice woman. An attractive woman. A woman that can smile and laugh and love. What is more beautiful in the world than having a wonderful relationship? Well maybe getting a child, seeing a child being born. But that too is love.
Glastonbury is just like Rennes-le-Château a sacred place. And just like Rennes-le-Château it is a very ancient place. Maybe there was even a settlement of Atlantis. I have been to Glastonbury several times and became so captivated by the atmosphere, the stories and the mysteries of the place that I wrote a book about it. Called “Glastonbury and the Holy Grail”. In Dutch, my native language. I am still waiting and hoping for a publisher to translate my book, with many interesting stories and beautiful pictures, in English and to publish it.
Glastonbury is a magic place located in a magical area. Surrounded by the awesome stone circles like those of Avebury and Stonehenge. Built on the Mystical Isle of Avalon, with its 158 meter high Tor. The hill that dominates the city and is a beacon for travellers, both from land and over sea. It is a place of ancient Gods and Goddesses. A place with a special energy, where important Ley Lines meet. A portal to the World of the Dead and a Gateway to Heaven. A place of healing and transformation. And an ancient, sacred place of the druids.
At least, fun for men. We know now, and we are even allowed to say so in public, that men and women are different, basically different. We are different species, coming from different planets. Our brains are wired differently, our hormone systems are different, we think, communicate and feel different. We are really different. And of course there are men with lots of female energy and females with lots of male energy, but most men and women are different. Which is not bad, I mean not bad at all, if you know about these differences and respect them. You might even love them, as we do our physical differences, but the same applies for our psycho differences.
You may not realise it, but men also cook differently. And when I say men, I mean most men and when I say women, I mean most women.
Most women, traditional women, cook every day for their family or for themselves. It has become a duty, not a pleasure. They like to have more time for themselves, in order to do things they enjoy. So they order a pizza, a Chinese meal or go to McDonalds or they heat up ready-made meal or put something in the magnetron.