Pots and a poet

Just a week ago, our village was bursting at the seams.   It was the second McGregor Poetry Festival which brings many people and amazing poets to our village - including a colleague and his wife.  She and I had worked together nearly thirty years ago and we hadn't seen each other since those days - … Continue reading Pots and a poet

Roasted Red Pepper Pasta

This is a warm pasta salad with roasted  peppers, cilantro and ginger - another of my "made-up" dishes.  I had not made it for a while when I saw Jamie's recipe for roasted red pepper and walnut spread. This prompted me to make it again. Ingredients: Sweet bell peppers. I generally use robot peppers as that gives great colour variation, … Continue reading Roasted Red Pepper Pasta

When spring flew in!

Late last summer, a pair of African swallows, built a nest under the eaves of our front veranda.  At the time, we thought it a bit late in the season for a brood, but a brood they had.  Many a late afternoon, we watched as they went about the very frustrating job of getting their babies … Continue reading When spring flew in!

Wicked and wonderful things in the valley

Our valley is one of contrasts, and last week reflected this.  It began with a slow burning fire on our mountains which had, a week earlier, been covered in snow.  Neither the farmers nor the conservationists not know what started the fire, although a human element is suspected.  The wild animals are fleeing down the mountains, … Continue reading Wicked and wonderful things in the valley

Angel fish – astonishingly versatile

A couple of weeks ago, the new season of Master Chef SA started, and I was watching with half an eye, as I was preparing our supper - angel fish.  Imagine my surprise when the first episode concluded with a boot camp - on a wharf in the Cape Town harbour - with the contestants having to … Continue reading Angel fish – astonishingly versatile

Anyone for eggs?

I have always loved eggs. As a little girl, I loved eating Dad's scrambled eggs; of course I had had my own, but they were much nicer when I perched on his knee, eating them off his plate. He loved his eggs on buttery toast and topped with a good sprinkling of freshly ground black pepper. Another … Continue reading Anyone for eggs?