Roasted pork loin with brown-butter sweet potato
I sometimes worry about the amount of time I spend contemplating totally pointless things. Like wondering what animal I would prefer to have with me if I were marooned, Robinson Crusoe-style, and had to fend for myself for the rest of time. The answer is pig. I simply cannot think of any meat more versatile than pork. Think bacon, German [...]
Banana bread with lime and coconut
I learnt two new things this week. I’m not sure which astonished me more: Famous chefs don’t necessarily have to be wombats who prance about the kitchen swearing enough to make the Teflon peel off non-stick pans. Rooibos is not just something to drink first thing in the morning and then again at 3pm because, after having manfully (or is [...]
Sticky chicken wings
The fine folks from SABC 3’s Expresso morning show contacted me a few days ago. Would I be willing to come cook something for them again? Now, having resolved to never let a chance to make a wombat of myself on national tele pass me by, my answer was naturally ‘yes’. So I hauled out and steamed my navy dress, [...]
smoked mackerel and beetroot with sour cream
I’ve heard plenty about the apparent nesting instincts of pregnant women. Now given that the closest I’ve ever come to pregnant, is a ‘pregnant pause’, I’m hardly in a position to comment on its veracity. What I do know is that, come 1 March, a switch is magically flipped and I start gearing up for full-on nesting. After months of [...]
Almond pavlova with Karoo figs
Cats are quite balletic creatures. The effortless way Merlot pulls a 180-degree arabesque-type move to lick her bottom is hugely impressive. I wish I were that flexible. Not to lick myself, of course. I’m not that kind of girl. But it would be quite handy when I’m crouching down to clean my industrial-sized oven. I hung up my point shoes [...]
Parmesan and rosemary schnitzel
I’m pretty sure I can’t be the only one, but I’m the kind of person who peeks in other peoples’ baskets when I’m in a supermarket queue. Surreptitiously of course, I wouldn’t want to appear weird. You can’t blame me. After all, it’s not like there’s much else to do. One can tell a lot about people from their baskets. [...]