Recipes2022-08-18T14:52:50+02:00

Dauphinoise potato bake

Friday, 15 November 2013|Dinner|

Getting older is wonderful. I tell myself this because the alternative – wistfully longing for the days when everything was just a touch higher, firmer and smoother – is about as productive as trying to convince cats and dogs not to lick and sniff each other’s impolite bits. It’s not much, but Mother Nature does seem to give one [...]

Corn fritters with salmon and lemon-dill creme fraîche

Thursday, 7 November 2013|Nibbles|

Accounting was not my strongest subject at school. OK that’s being generous. Truth is, I was dangerously close to flunking it. The whole debit and credit column thing didn’t really resonate with the teenage me. It still doesn’t, not really. My bank manager probably finds this a bit disconcerting. The topic of family cropped up the other day. Given the [...]

Radicchio and walnut salad

Thursday, 31 October 2013|Salad|

It’s daunting, but after many years of saying “no” to things, I’ve finally – to quote a friend of mine – put on my big girl panties. I’ve started saying “yes” to stuff, no matter how much it may scare me. The thought of doing my own food blog had been brewing for ages. Getting over myself (at long last!) [...]

Vanilla white chocolate mousse

Friday, 25 October 2013|Sweet tooth|

Cattle, much like cats, aren’t known for their ability to take direction. Which is why every cattle or dairy farm I’ve ever been to has a cattle crush. What is it? Think of a passage with fences on either side. Cattle go in one end and patiently queue for whatever awaits at the other end. On good days, it’s just [...]

carrot and beetroot fritters with tzatziki

Thursday, 17 October 2013|Nibbles|

My gran didn’t mess around with produce. Like any halfway-decent farmer’s wife, her pantry was loaded with things preserved in giant Consol bottles. I seem to remember (not fondly) that at least half of it was beetroot. Preserving it in vinegar was the only culinary game plan. You couldn’t pay me to eat it as an 8-year old. Fortunately I [...]

Boerewors Pasta

Thursday, 10 October 2013|Dinner|

Occasionally I get the chance to escape my office just shy of five. I close the door behind me and hit the streets for a gentle stroll with my imaginary dog (Merlot won’t tolerate a real one). One notices many things on these lazy constitutionals. My neighbour’s sweet peas will be blooming soon. The people a few houses over have [...]

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