I know you think of me as family. Since I dont know you, thats really kind of creepy.But I suppose thats how Will and Kate feel most of the time. (Yes, I just compared myself to royalty.)I know youve...
Isn’t it nice when people offer to lend you their cookbooks?Really? I don’t think so. In fact, I can’t stand it.‘Oh, you’ll love this. Take it with you! There’s a pork ragu in there I know you’ll go ...
This time of year, for me, usuallyentails a trip to Calitzdorp — a sweet,not-too-pretty-but-fille d-with-character dorp in the Klein (small)Karoo, just outside Oudtshoorn — to visit my folks. They ret...
La ParmigianaThis pasta factory in Dean Street, Newlands, offers expertly made fresh and freshly frozen pasta so you can plonk it straight from the freezer into boiling water, and their prices put Wo...
I am completely obsessed with red cabbage at the moment. Its crunch. Its colour. Its versatility (mostly in the salad department). On a nerdy note, it contains 36 different varieties of anthocyanins ...
My bathtub is a death trap for ants.For the few unfortunate ant-souls who find their way up the legs (it’s a ball & claw) and over the lip, there’s no escape.In fact, the sight of them scrabbling...
I went a little nuts at Woolies the other day. They had a promotion on: a giant bag of butternut for R30, but you could buy three for R60. So of course I had to buy three — about 25 butternuts!When I...
I recently took up hot yoga.It was a tactic to cope with stress, because as effective as drinking several tall jugs of wine every evening is, I was finding it unsustainable.Hot yoga, if you’ve never ...
I have a few strategies for cheering myself up when I feel a little blue, a little uninspired, or when I just want to plak a smile on my face.The most effective is to sing Eminem songs to myself in a...
Russel Wasserfall and his wife Camilla Comins are probably going to have to take out a restraining order against the Guinea Pig and I. We are their NBFs (New Biggest Fans).Set in an old farm house to...
I debated (and debated and debated) about whether to share this recipe — because, frankly, the pic I took isnt all that.And nothing makes me click away from a food blog faster than an ugly-ass pictur...
I find the people’s adoration of beetroot utterly mystifying.It tastes like earth, but not in a pleasant way, like oysters taste of the sea. I mean it tastes like soil, to me. Ground. With a little s...
For us working stiffs, there is no indulgence more achingly longed for — and, when the time comes, languidly savoured — than the Saturday morning lie-in. Particularly in winter. Ensconced in fluffy d...
I love food. Love it. ‘Well duh,’ I hear you say, but bear with me. The thing is, even though I own a teetering pile of cookbooks, and have perused hundreds, nay, thousands of online recipes over the...
I like to think I have above-average willpower. (Despite evidence to the contrary.)I mean, I can resist flying into a rage when DVD Nouveau has rented out the next instalment of True Blood/30 Roc/Son...
‘I hate restaurant critics. I hate restaurant reviews. I hate food bloggers. I hate all foodie commentators with their boring bloody opinions about everything, and their “accurately judged bisque”&nb...
Everyone tells you (well, the ‘experts’, anyway) that risotto is one of the easiest dishes in the world to make — once you know how. And, of course, the kicker lies in those last four words. Unfortun...
Oysters with radish sorbet (and little radish halos) Here are some pics from a recent visit to Babel restaurant at Babylonstoren. Exquisite food, magnificent location, reasonable prices. Highlights i...
I wonder if I am alone in finding it curious when a cookbook is described as ‘the only one you’ll ever need’. I’ve seen it fairly often, and it always occurs to me that the marketing brain behind suc...
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was in the studio audience of a (fictitious) Australian TV talk show called ‘Doug’. I’m sure you can guess the name of the host; a portly, silver-haired man (i...
Autumn. It gets me every time.I will be going about my business, and then it happens. Perhaps the light catches a vase of flowers just so. Or a break in the clouds illuminates the world so exquisitel...
This is a recipe I’ve wanted to try for ages because I found the flavour combination so intriguing, but never got round to because it seemed more complicated than it actually is — and I’m rarely in t...
When pomegranates burst onto the foodie scene a few years ago in South Africa, I’m sure most food stylists peed in their pants, because the seeds are just so gosh-darned purdy. I remember one particu...
I am actually not much of an entertainer. And by that I don’t mean I’m bad at flame-throwing or playing the accordion, but rather that I don’t do my best work in the kitchen when I have to feed more ...
Time passes very slowly here in blogland. (Or is it very quickly? I’m never quite sure. Either way, it is of an elasticky, chewing gum nature.) I know I’ve been gone a while, but then I’ve been redes...
Alas, I dont have time this week for a longer post, but I would like to share this fabulously convivial spread with you. I made it over the weekend for friends, and it went down a treat. Its a very s...
Do you ever get the sneaking suspicion that you’re an unwitting guinea pig in some sort of sophisticated sociological experiment? (I think that’s actually pretty close to the truth about Life, but yo...
There are no waiters at the Cedar restaurant, only the owners, David and Marlene. Nor is there a corkage fee (in fact, its advisable to bring your own wine).Its not a glamorous spot by any stretch of...
Warning: those sensitive to a little gratuitous self-congratulation and shameless link-love should avert their gaze.The 2nd Food Blog Indaba SA happened on Sunday, and I must say it was jolly good. I...
Sunday morning I innocently paid a visit to Cassis (Kildare Centre) to procure some of their addictive bread — two blocks from my house, and half-price on Sundays, don’tcha know. I was pleased...
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