AS IS MY CUSTOM FOR A SUNDAY MORNING

LAST PERSON WHO 1. Slept in a bed beside you:      My husband. 2. Saw you cry:      My husband. 3. Went to the movies with you:    My husband. 4. You went to the mall with:   My husband. 5. You went  to dinner with:    My husband. 6. You talked to on the phone:   My husband. 7. Said…

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THERE ARE NO NEW RECIPES

“It’s said there are no new recipes anymore. New cookbooks contain a reworking of previously published recipes from cookbooks that contain adapted recipes from previously published recipes and so it goes. A subtle change here or there, a pinch of this instead of a half teaspoon of that and eureka, you’ve developed a new recipe….

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CHANTELLE’S RED SHOES

Yesterday is history.  Tomorrow is a mystery.  And today?  Today is a gift.  That’s why we call it the present.  Babatunde Olatunji “I’m going to the Post Office.” So said my Facebook status update. Mundane? Perhaps, but it was a covert message from me to a dear friend; she had sent me something via the…

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PURE AND SIMPLE ‘KIMNESS’

  We share them when we find them; these mangled little gems, mostly in our cyber communications.  But sometimes, a special treat, we get to share them face to face.  Breakfast or a glass of wine at sunset … When life throws kerb balls at you … Tears were strolling down my cheeks … Cartoons…

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BANGERS & MASH, POSH-LIKE

I’d bought a pack of bangers as I planned to make the unusual take from ‘easy, simple and delicious’ on Toad-in-the-hole for supper, but the potato ricer I’d ordered from Yuppiechef was delivered by the courier company and I couldn’t wait to try it.  I adore mashed potatoes, but mashing them exhausts me, I end…

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CABANO COQ AU VIN

My father must have been a trial to my mother; she tried on occasion to inject a bit of exotic sophistication into her cooking, but he favoured simple things.  I remember him once stabbing at his plate violently, saying there was a dead mouse in his food.  My mother explained that it was a prune;…

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INTRODUCING SONIA CABANO

Growing up in the 1970/80s in Bloemfontein is best described as a cloistered experience.  The community was conservative and we were cut off from the rest of the world because of economic sanctions due to a global campaign against our apartheid government. Entertainment for teenagers was limited to garage parties and forays to the drive-in…

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RUNNING RELIGIOUSLY

He runs; early enough to hear the imam’s call high in the mosque’s minaret. Feet pounding tar, he passes catholic schoolgirls getting off a bus outside the convent. His breath steaming, he trots by pious men with earlocks walking slowly, in pairs to the Chester road synagogue. He thinks of tolerance, then gives it up…

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TWINS?

Nancy and Rik seem to think so. I think Lulubelle would be very insulted …  

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