Somebody seems to be killing a drainpipe in the flat below with a blunt instrument. The whole building is shaking. To prevent myself from going down with a baseball bat and behaving like the neighbour you don´t want, I´ll be in the kitchen for a while. Since I don´t even have a baseball bat, it makes more sense. It´ll be toast with butter, honey and black sesame. I´m in love with the stuff. Sesame, tasting of sesame , but looking so pretty and dark, what´s not to like?