My friend Sandra, but let’s call her Mary to respect her privacy and all that jazz, is my fancy pantsy friend. She lives in a big house with a gourmet kitchen, a cliff hanging pool type thingy, a manicured garden AND a lake slash pond with swans in it …truly…!!! She also has the best… Continue reading A beetroot cake without the Fancy Pantsy
As a kid I always thought my mother the ‘queen of dishing out useless information’. Information that appeared to be so useless at the time, you fobbed it off, until one day you find yourself scrubbing the basin at work with a lemon to remove a stain and it worked and everyone thought you were… Continue reading Marinated cherry tomatoes because my mother told me so…
I’ve always enjoyed a brisk early morning walk with my friend Veronika – we’d chat along like 2 canaries at a beauty contest – we’d solve everyone’s problems including our own while walking & talking. Then I moved out to the farm and stopped walking altogether (tut tut), until my recent health scare had me whipping… Continue reading Walkies = Custard Slices
I had my aunties for tea. I made home-made custard slices, lemon curd cupcakes and Black Forest Gateaux – there were 3 of us! We ended up talking ‘crochet’ and watching the food channel (my idea of heaven) There was a lot of chatter amongst the aunties as to what the heck they were doing – referring to… Continue reading Licking-the-plate peppered steak
Last week-end I decided to take a gamble and play a game of ‘recipe roulette’, which was very risky, considering I’m on a extreme health kick after my recent near death experience (slight exaggeration) but I thought, stuff it, I’m all in for a little ‘excitement’ Now for those who’ve never played recipe roulette, it’s simple but… Continue reading Butter chicken with Naan and a game of Recipe Roulette
As life would have it, I was happily sunning myself away on my 3 weeks annual summer leave, when life threw me a massive gall bladder attack, with complications….it was bad, horrid, the worst thing ever to happen to me, so I will spare you the details …. I spent days in hospital undergoing tests ….we… Continue reading ‘After the gall bladder’ – Stewed fruit recipe.
One of my earliest memories of cupcakes was sitting at the edge of the kitchen sink with my feet soaking in jik* and licking the cupcake batter off the ends of the beater. My mother called them ice-creams sticks and it was my turn to lick them clean. *After spending the day in trees picking Mulberries,… Continue reading Holiday Cupcakes