Reflections in, on and round about…with a lot of cooking on the side
Words fascinate me. With my recent foray into making chutney, where did the Afrikaans word, "blatjang" come from? Before I had satisfied my curiosity, Jan Boer presented us with a huge quantity of, yellow cling peaches. Windfalls. They really were. In every sense.
In 40°C+ (100°F+) heat, winter cold is hard to contemplate. I hate winter. The flowers are the best thing about it, especially as they are at their best when the weather's the coldest and just before spring.
This is a favourite summer supper, based on a Thai beef salad. The Husband who, as regular readers know, is a dedicated, salad-eating carnivore, responded to my first suggestion of an ostrich meal with, "Why would I want to eat 'big chicken'?"
When I travel on business, like I am this week, this is some of what I miss: the streets where I live.
No, I'm not referring to either my youth or the best days of my life, but rather logical eating choices during the hottest summer in many, many years. Certainly since we arrived in McGregor and when the top temperature was 41ºC (106ºF).
Just yesterday, it dawned on me that January, and nearly one-twelfth of the year has nearly gone.
This was not what was originally planned for today, but having shared pictures of the Gazpacho that we had this weekend, on Instagram and on my personal Facebook page, I was "inundated" with requests for the recipe. I hadn't made it for a while because our tomato crop last season was underwhelming. To say the … Continue reading Gazpacho – easy peasy!
As so often happens when there is a new addition to the family, the older sibling's nose gets seriously out of joint. She certainly made her feelings known.
Two thousand and sixteen. It sounds like the title of a thirty-year-old sci-fi movie. Except that it's neither that nor the future, it's now
December 25th, 2015 dawned much as every summer day does, but two things were different. First, it was Christmas day, so there was no alarm clock, and