Sometime back there was a very popular television ad for one of our local fast-food outlets; they were punting their new range of coffees. The ad featured a hick couple; the lad had come a-courting on the girl’s farmhouse veranda. He begins reciting Italian coffee names, making the girl pant with ardour. When he says ‘Macchiato’ she is overcome to such an extent that a button bursts from her ample bosom. She blurts out: “Ag Henry, I love it when you talk forren!”
It seems that some of my WordPress friends on far-flung shores find some of my food rather ‘forren’; given comments on my snoek and oxtail recent posts. That is one of the things I most love about blogging here; I get a glimpse into other cultures and I get to share mine. *Enormous happy grin*
One dish native to our country is Melktert, a dessert that people are strongly divided on. Each family has their own – closely guarded – recipe. I personally don’t like it much, but my daughter does, so I often buy miniature versions to put in her lunchbox. I have never baked it myself, but yesterday a challenged from the Woolworths Facebook group prompted me to try it. With a prize of R500 in the offing I figured I had nothing to lose.
I used a recipe I found here:
Would I make it again? Perhaps; I found my crust a bit too crisp, so I’d tweak the recipe a bit. Maybe I’d make it if I had a ‘forren’ visitor and wanted to end our visit with a local dish.