Reflections in, on and round about…with a lot of cooking on the side
I have a to-do list of promises that is as long as my arm (and the other and both legs) of recipes that I've said I'll write up and share. This promise was made two years ago. It's weird that it's two years ago. It also seems that the phrase "two years" is running through … Continue reading Sourdough – it’s a journey of constant learning
It's a funny old world we live in. As I write, we are in day 501 of South Africa's National State of Emergency (aka lockdown), and thanks to the vagaries of the Interweb and erstwhile hosts, this is the second iteration of a post with this recipe. The original post was three years ago. How … Continue reading It’s no bull…
Just under two weeks ago, I collected my team for a job. As she got into the car, C asked - Have you heard about Michael? No? Let me explain: there are several men in the village whose names are Michael. There are several who are "Mike" and whose names have additional monikers. Like … Continue reading He was not Mike
This simple chicken dish sounds exotic, but it isn't really. What adds an extra dimension to it is the Herbes de Provence. I've written about them before, and use them quite often. Those blogs, alas, are lost somewhere in cyberspace. It turns out to be a mixed blessing. I'm refining quite a few of my … Continue reading A Taste of France – II
After the fiery end to November, and before the aspirant grand wizard‘s arrival, December started off relatively gently. We love the long, balmy evenings and spectacular sunsets of summer. Even if they are viewed over the ravages of the fire and the somewhat charred vegetable patch. A chef was among the kind souls who helped … Continue reading Bags of Provençe
Two weekends ago, being Easter and a long weekend, the market regulars took it upon themselves to do something a wee bit different for the Saturday Market. What could I do that was different, and which didn't need "instant" cooking?
It's the time of year when Sannie Boervrou's generosity knows no bounds. Call them what you will, courgettes, zucchini and not-so-baby baby marrows, I've been making pickles, salad and this year, zoodles.
There is something magic about a clear night sky, the moon and stars.
I love trees, and trees are central to so many things in our lives, from paper to picnics. They bring people together and drive them apart.
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.