I have loved baking since I was three. I’m known to find a good recipe and KILL it. With two ‘secret’ ingredients, I’ve revived a recipe that is well known and often badly overdone. Read on if you would like to hear what my two secret ingredients are. (I promise all will be revealed AND I’ll give you the recipe. )
Every town holds mysterious and intriguing stories within its perimeters. The Eastern Cape village of Nieu-Bethesda, hidden between the Sneeuberg Mountains is no exception. If you are a traveller, an explorer, an artist or just enjoy a good getaway with a good story, you will enjoy this.
I am known by my family and friends to be a traveller who embarks on vast amounts of research before departing. I am a supporter of the philosphy `If you fail to plan, you plan to fail’. Once, I Google Street Viewed my entire way around Paris before even arriving at Charles De Gaulle airport. Needless to say, I knew EXACTLY how to get to the Louvre sans a map or guide in hand…. But, sometimes when travelling, no matter how much research you have done beforehand, things can turn pear shaped…and very quickly.
On a recent trip to Cape Town, I discovered that my uncle, who is an Italian and an engineer, has acquired the knack of making delicious jams and preserves. Bellisimo! Trust an engineer to have precision, even with jam making! I wrote about my time exploring the Cape, in my previous journal post.
The Western Cape has an abundance of fresh fruit readily available and, with the season of strawberries, apricots and nectacots coming to an end,
There is nothing more solemn and stark a reminder of how ephemeral life is than someone’s death. It takes all your previous perspectives, plans and ideas and turns them totally inside out and upside down.
Recently, while in the Western Cape which had been ‘home’ to my grandmother (my Dad’s mom) for eighty plus years, we drove passed the exact spot at which we had previously scattered her ashes 6 short months ago, and all the memories came flooding back…
Apparently, in 1475 a Turkish law was enacted that made it legal for a woman to divorce her husband if he failed to provide her with her daily quota of coffee. If that law still applies, best no Turk ever proposes to me! But, maybe if he can bake, I will overlook a cup or two or three of coffee.
Would you believe it… After the 1970’s not-so-hipster green Ford escort broke down on our previous wine tasting excursion in Stellenbosch, and the ensuing treacherous doorless train experience, I went on yet ANOTHER rendezvous with my friend, Jenna, and her car, named, Bertha… and a train, again!
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Once in a while, I enjoy a glass of red wine with my current preference being either a dry rose or a Blanc de noir. Hardly able to call myself a quaffer or a sommelier, I felt apprehensive and somewhat intimidated when I was invited to go wine tasting with a friend, Kirsten, who is currently studying her Msc in WINE BUSINESS, in the heart of wine country, in Dijon France!
What do you do when you find yourself driving through the leafy town of Stellenbosch? You suddenly slam on breaks…and make sure you spend the entire day there. That’s my honest advice, right there. If possible…. never leave! What more could you possibly want than mountainous views, a rich diversity of fauna and flora and vineyards that give one the illusion of being in the heart of Tuscany?