My friend, Eats-like-a-bird, is a darling heart. No favour is too big for her, no effort too great. She’s pretty much a 10 too, so I think it says a lot about me that I am willing to be seen in public with her. I find solace in the fact that she’s not a terribly keen cook. So when she saw […]
I have a policy and it’s a good one – when a bottle of anything comes knocking on my door, I let it in. And so it was last week when the folks from La Motte wine estate sent over two gorgeous ribbon-festooned bottles of their specialist jams from the La Motte farm shop for me to try. […]
A dear friend of mine returned from Oz last Sunday. I was appalled by her tales of R90 for a glass of vino, charmed by her pics of kangaroos and kookaburras and utterly smitten with the stuffed wombat she brought back for me.
But what I found really fascinating, was the South African chap she met there, who runs a […]
Cake is a dangerous thing. Ask me, I should know. It’s not that I have anything against cake. But for every 10 seconds I look at a piece, I gain half a pound. I kid you not. It’s my semi Italian gran’s fault of course that the sodding curvy gene ended up in the pool. You can bootilicious, fab junk-in-the-trunk […]