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, [...]
When women get depressed, they shop – generally for shoes. Given that A) I already have about 40 pairs; B) I actually wear only maybe five of them and C) I would need to move house if I bought just one more pair, I decided to give this up. Not the practice of shopping to get my head screwed on [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
There are some things that were just made for each other… Merlot and me, chocolate and orange, tomatoes and basil and, of course, goat’s cheese and beetroot. I’m getting a bit bored of seeing the two combined in a salad though. Bored is dangerous in my kitchen, as that’s when I go into ‘what if’ mode. What if I [...]
Men just don’t get it. A woman’s almost pathological need to taste what’s on everybody else’s plate that is. I guess that’s why I love the tapas and antipasto way of eating. A bite of this, a bit of that. Grab a huge platter. Olives, salami, ripe red cherry tomatoes, bottled artichokes all go on it along with a [...]