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I'll steal your neighbor's cherries.
We're dealing with a gourmand here. What does that mean exactly?
Correct.
We need the ingredients first.
The top note is a bit difficult. Of course, as a student teacher in need I would always have almonds in stock, but with bergamot and various spices it looks worse again. So how do I mix my top note together now?
Hah ... that's it!
I have there the neighbour of my parents, whose cherry tree is placed so beautifully on the property that it is every time simply only tempting to help itself there. So let's do this. The kids from the neighborhood would be to blame anyway. They get his frustration off, not me.
To make life difficult for children, to let them experience the injustices of everyday life, is simply part of it. So I'm going to be a good teacher and early practice, as you know.
Continue with the text.
We'd have the top note. A beautiful cherry. Something's missing here, though. What the hell is this?
Ahhh ... the almond. Well then we go to the student emergency ration and dig around a little in the student food. Now the top note is perfect.
Let's get to the heart note. Where the hell am I supposed to get the incense? Ask in a church? Nope... leave it. Why do you have fellow students who study religious studies? Get over there quick.
A few hours later:
I'm on my way back to the church after all. The future scientists of religion recommended my all too stereotypical asking then nevertheless somewhat strangely and recommended to me a church visit on Sunday. It's not my case, but you have to get your ingredients together.
Sooo, we'd have the incense. Now it needs the Hungarian rose. So off to the flower shop. Wow, that's expensive. I'm really thinking about going to a Berlin bar in the evening and waiting for the obligatory rose sellers who flood the bars every five minutes to get the rose there cheaper, but it must be a Hungarian one. So we'll stay at the flower shop for now. I "rich" student still buy the roses and am now faced with the problem to have no more money for a course in the university canteen. I could, of course, use the almonds ... No, no, no ... I still need them. Get a hold of yourself.
At least for the remaining ingredients I have sources of supply. Quickly to the biology students who are currently scurrying around in the botany department. We'd have vanilla and it certainly doesn't bother me if I let the tonka bean go with it. Sandalwood is not a problem either. I have a fellow student who studies landscaping and horticulture. He created a real idyll on a few square metres, into which he put months of work. I think it's part of his bachelor thesis. I still think that the freshly planted sandalwood tree disturbed this idyll a little, which is why I removed it once. He will be grateful to me later for this optimization. After all, you help where you can.
Now there's only one problem. Where do I get the leather?
All I know is that our biology students recently cut up a few animals to get to know their anatomy a little better. I can't do anything with mice, rats or birds, but I already have an idea.
Do you all know these more elitist courses? While as a future teacher of German and history I am gnawing at the hungry towel and in case of a student's failure I will only be a taxi driver, there are our law students and business people. I'll go to the latter.
What do you want me to say? Everything's done right again. Justus Sören Malte Oliver of Was-weiß-ich drove up with "his" brand new Bentley Continental GT. No ... i'm not gonna break the car open now and pull the pimp red merino leather off his driver's seat. But the leather shoulder bag, which bites itself a little with the Ralph Lauren polo laced around the neck, is in itself completely sufficient. Just as Justus is talking to his fellow students about the current IPOs, I seize the opportunity and grab the bag. Ohhh ... Price tag's still in there - something four-figure. Well... i don't know. I'm not a math student. He probably wants to show off a little with the bag and bring it back to the store afterwards. He should be happy to do that, too. He gets the bag back from me in a few minutes ... as if nothing had happened ... so almost nothing ... i'll have to cut out a little bit of leather. Then he gets it back and can give it back. Ohhh ... i can't? I just broke it. Do you think an almost perfectly square hole is a common defect and a reason for complaint? Oh, it'll fit.
Anyway, I have everything together now. But wait... where's my incense? I'm sure some philosophy student stole it from me because he thought it was a certain other plant that spiced up his evening discussion podiums. I don't care. I mix the rest together.
What do I get?
A really tasty cherry compote, underlaid with almonds and refined with spices. The bergamot isn't even here. Oh shit... I forgot. Can't be changed now. The leather again is available, but does not stay there too long. Leather in your mouth doesn't taste good. Funny recipe. I preferred to put the Hungarian roses in my student-typical disposable plastic cups - so very ramontisch. They round off the delicious compote quite pleasantly and I prefer it if they are a little bit in the background. Besides, they're Hungarian roses. If I want to eat Hungarian, there's goulash.
Cherry, almond, vanilla ... a taste explosion. The cafeteria food can't keep up with that. I can still taste the already spit out leather, but it doesn't bother me now. Maybe it was a good thing that I chewed on it a little. It's not gonna be so sweet. Oh... and this rose
Correct.
We need the ingredients first.
The top note is a bit difficult. Of course, as a student teacher in need I would always have almonds in stock, but with bergamot and various spices it looks worse again. So how do I mix my top note together now?
Hah ... that's it!
I have there the neighbour of my parents, whose cherry tree is placed so beautifully on the property that it is every time simply only tempting to help itself there. So let's do this. The kids from the neighborhood would be to blame anyway. They get his frustration off, not me.
To make life difficult for children, to let them experience the injustices of everyday life, is simply part of it. So I'm going to be a good teacher and early practice, as you know.
Continue with the text.
We'd have the top note. A beautiful cherry. Something's missing here, though. What the hell is this?
Ahhh ... the almond. Well then we go to the student emergency ration and dig around a little in the student food. Now the top note is perfect.
Let's get to the heart note. Where the hell am I supposed to get the incense? Ask in a church? Nope... leave it. Why do you have fellow students who study religious studies? Get over there quick.
A few hours later:
I'm on my way back to the church after all. The future scientists of religion recommended my all too stereotypical asking then nevertheless somewhat strangely and recommended to me a church visit on Sunday. It's not my case, but you have to get your ingredients together.
Sooo, we'd have the incense. Now it needs the Hungarian rose. So off to the flower shop. Wow, that's expensive. I'm really thinking about going to a Berlin bar in the evening and waiting for the obligatory rose sellers who flood the bars every five minutes to get the rose there cheaper, but it must be a Hungarian one. So we'll stay at the flower shop for now. I "rich" student still buy the roses and am now faced with the problem to have no more money for a course in the university canteen. I could, of course, use the almonds ... No, no, no ... I still need them. Get a hold of yourself.
At least for the remaining ingredients I have sources of supply. Quickly to the biology students who are currently scurrying around in the botany department. We'd have vanilla and it certainly doesn't bother me if I let the tonka bean go with it. Sandalwood is not a problem either. I have a fellow student who studies landscaping and horticulture. He created a real idyll on a few square metres, into which he put months of work. I think it's part of his bachelor thesis. I still think that the freshly planted sandalwood tree disturbed this idyll a little, which is why I removed it once. He will be grateful to me later for this optimization. After all, you help where you can.
Now there's only one problem. Where do I get the leather?
All I know is that our biology students recently cut up a few animals to get to know their anatomy a little better. I can't do anything with mice, rats or birds, but I already have an idea.
Do you all know these more elitist courses? While as a future teacher of German and history I am gnawing at the hungry towel and in case of a student's failure I will only be a taxi driver, there are our law students and business people. I'll go to the latter.
What do you want me to say? Everything's done right again. Justus Sören Malte Oliver of Was-weiß-ich drove up with "his" brand new Bentley Continental GT. No ... i'm not gonna break the car open now and pull the pimp red merino leather off his driver's seat. But the leather shoulder bag, which bites itself a little with the Ralph Lauren polo laced around the neck, is in itself completely sufficient. Just as Justus is talking to his fellow students about the current IPOs, I seize the opportunity and grab the bag. Ohhh ... Price tag's still in there - something four-figure. Well... i don't know. I'm not a math student. He probably wants to show off a little with the bag and bring it back to the store afterwards. He should be happy to do that, too. He gets the bag back from me in a few minutes ... as if nothing had happened ... so almost nothing ... i'll have to cut out a little bit of leather. Then he gets it back and can give it back. Ohhh ... i can't? I just broke it. Do you think an almost perfectly square hole is a common defect and a reason for complaint? Oh, it'll fit.
Anyway, I have everything together now. But wait... where's my incense? I'm sure some philosophy student stole it from me because he thought it was a certain other plant that spiced up his evening discussion podiums. I don't care. I mix the rest together.
What do I get?
A really tasty cherry compote, underlaid with almonds and refined with spices. The bergamot isn't even here. Oh shit... I forgot. Can't be changed now. The leather again is available, but does not stay there too long. Leather in your mouth doesn't taste good. Funny recipe. I preferred to put the Hungarian roses in my student-typical disposable plastic cups - so very ramontisch. They round off the delicious compote quite pleasantly and I prefer it if they are a little bit in the background. Besides, they're Hungarian roses. If I want to eat Hungarian, there's goulash.
Cherry, almond, vanilla ... a taste explosion. The cafeteria food can't keep up with that. I can still taste the already spit out leather, but it doesn't bother me now. Maybe it was a good thing that I chewed on it a little. It's not gonna be so sweet. Oh... and this rose
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