When the weather becomes colder and colder, this is the kind of soup I want: rich lentils, slowly cooked beef, smoky bacon and sausage, fresh vegetables — and then, right at the end, that little surprise of vinegar and sweetness. This is not a light summer soup. For me, this belongs to the colder months,…
Created by Fruitloop, celebrated by The Mayor as we enter our end-of-working-week ritual. At Fruitloop University, dancing chickens, volcanic spa treatments, militant coconuts and a broom with helicopter ambitions lead me towards a rather human mystery: why we do the things we do, and why being different matters. There is a moment when the record…
Rosie in Sao Paulo, Fruitloop in South Africa, The Mayor in Cleebourg. Monica, who found the fjords of Norway more attractive, sent her regards. From mystery cables and faded receipts to old radios, corks and instruction manuals, one ordinary drawer reveals a surprisingly human reason why we struggle to let things go. There is a…
Sent to you this week by Martin, from Kassel in Germany. Probably one of the ugliest buildings in Kassel hosted an exhibition of Leonardo da Vinci’s machines. Entrance was free—I had to go. I could get a glimpse of his inventive streak at close quarters. These were replicas, not the orignals. But still, the fusion…
By Bruce Lloyd, in London and Frank Peters, in Cleebourg. Five hours, a broken website, one human mistake and one AI mistake. Somewhere in the repair job sits a more useful story about trust, judgement and our rapidly changing relationship with AI. At about ten o’clock one evening, I uploaded an update to a plugin…
If garlic is the answer to everything, then this bread is probably the final proof. I like garlic. Really, I like garlic. For me, garlic bread should not be bread with a little garlic hiding somewhere in the butter. When I make it, you should know what you are eating. My friend Thomas and I…
By Ralf Instant answers are useful. But curiosity starts when you understand why something works — and sometimes when you ask another person instead of Google. The Mayor gave me a new rule: whenever something goes wrong, I am allowed to give only one answer. Just add garlic. I liked this immediately. At home we…
By Sylvie, France. From polishing shoes on Saturdays to reminding grown daughters to clean their rooms, some household rules disappear. Others simply change shape. When I was a child, Saturday meant cleaning. We lived on a farm, so shoes in the house were not a big problem. There was dirt anyway. But every Saturday, the…
By Manfred and Martin, both in Germany. The Swimming Club investigates one of everyday life’s stranger mysteries: why ten people waiting for the same thing can produce perfect order, quiet fury, or an entirely new system of civilisation. A queue ought to be one of the simplest human inventions. Somebody is first. Somebody is last….
