Archive | October 2010



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 ‘I love you’ to and really meant it: 

My daughter.

 8. Made you laugh:    

My husband.


1. Pierce your nose or tongue:   

I have to choose?

2. Be serious or be funny:   

Funny today, it’s my MIL’s birthday and we all want her to have a special time.
3. Drink whole or skim milk: 

Whole, but I would prefer wine.

4. Die in a fire or drown: 

um…ditto 1 above?

5. Spend time with your parents or enemies: 

Parents would involve going heaven, which I am not quite ready for; so I guess my enemies.  It would be quite a party; I seem to be gathering new ones every day.


1. Simple or complicated:   

Complicated in the extreme, depending on the view.

2. Straight or Gay: 

Clue is in the LAST PERSON WHO section above.


1. Flowers or candy:  


2. Grey or black: 

Depends on the grey.
3. Colour or Black and white photos:  

Black and white.

4. Lust or love:  

Love.  Sex is totally overrated and it makes people make daft decisions.

5. Sunrise or sunset:

Sunset, it means I can start drinking.

6. M&Ms or Skittles:  

7. Staying up late or waking up early: 

Waking up early.


1. Sun or moon:  

2. Winter or Fall: 


3. Left or right:


4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends: 

10 Best friends.

5. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream: 

Red Wine.

6. Vodka or Jack: 



1. What time is it:  

Does anybody really know what time it is?

(I stole that line from a Chicago Transit Authority song)

2. Where were you born: 

In Bloemfontein.

3. What is your birth date:   

8 January 19xx.
4. What do you want:  

A baguette with salmon and cream cheese.

5. Where do you want to live: 

With my husband and daughter.

6. How many kids do you want: 

I’m done and satisfied, thanks.

7. What would you want to name a girl: 

I wanted to call her Daisy.  I wasn’t allowed to, my husband said it was a name for Maltese poodles and cows.

8. What would you want to name a boy: 


9. Do you want to get married:  

I’ve done it several times, it’s wonderful and you get oodles of useful gifts.


1. Nervous Habits: 

Grinding my teeth and swinging my foot.

2. Are you double jointed: 

3. Can you roll your tongue: 


4. Can you raise one eyebrow: 

I am a master at it.

5. Can you cross your eyes:   


6. Do you make your bed daily:  


7. Which shoe goes on first:  

Just went to check; the right one.

8. Ever thrown one at someone:

No, I am very kind to my shoes.

I once threw a kettle at a builder.

9. On the average, how much money do you carry on you: 

I believe it’s bad luck to keep money, I spend it all the minute I get it.  

10. What jewelry do you wear: 

Quite a lot; but almost every day I wear my silver Bulgari spring ring because my wedding ring was stolen.  I’m very smitten with my new necklace, made by Capetonian designer Diana Fereirra.

Photo by Diana Fereirra

1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it:   


2. Favorite ice cream:  


(How come almost every quizz has that question?)

3. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet: 

4. Do you cook:

Like a goddess.

1. Had a bitchfit:   

What is that?

2. Bought something you didn’t need:

Yes, see 9 above.

3. Sang in front of people:   

Unfortunately, yes.

4. Been kissed: 

5. Been hugged: 

Yes, I am an unashamed hug-slut.

6. Felt stupid: 

Far too often.

I trust people too easily and am the poster child for FOOL.

7. Got drunk: 


8. Got high:  

No, I am terrified of heights.

9. Danced Crazy: 


10. Got your hair cut: 


11. Cried:   

Yes, see 6 above.

12. Lied:  

“A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous” – Alfred Adler.



It’s the natural order of things that a dog, a born hunter, would look at a rabbit and think ‘Lunch!’

Or isn’t it?

On the other hand, some dogs are born nursemaids.


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“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. Recipes themselves are copyright free meaning you may copy the list of ingredients in any media you want. It’s the recipe name and instructions that are subject to copyright law so be sure if you filch a recipe to use as your own, you make significant changes in these areas. Also, if you adapt a recipe, it’s professional (and common) courtesy to site the original source or creator.

If new cookbooks contain hashed over versions of old recipes, why are they so popular?

I call this phenomenon, recipe mania. It may even border on obsessive-compulsive behavior. Recipe or cookbook collecting is the American homemaker’s number one hobby according to Avis Hulvey, editor of Cook’s Notebook. I believe it. Scan any pen pal publication like Woman’s Circle and you’ll find recipe or cookbook collecting listed as a hobby in the majority of listings. There appears to be some weird force that compels normally sensible people to feel they “must have” every published recipe in their kitchen or they’ll expose themselves to culinary illiteracy. The irony is that even if we live significantly longer than average, we’d never have time to make all the recipes.”
That said, some recipes sink into your brain like osmosis, they fuse with yet others along the way and autopilot kicks in once you have your apron on.  Confronted with a deboned smoked pork neck, I thought ‘Roast for supper!’ and started chopping onions for a stuffing.  Before I knew it, the meat was sitting atop a layer of dry beans, submerged in water.  I let it simmer for four hours, then removed it and sliced it to use in sandwiches for the boys to nibble on while they watch the rugby later today.  (Old Spouse came in at this point and helped himself to a couple of slices, with Pink Lady Apple Sauce.)


I then turned back to the beans; adding sweated onions, garlic, chopped leeks, yellow pepper, thyme and a few tomatoes, with a glass of  wine.


And so supper became a bowl of beans … you really can’t trust some recipes!  Anyhow, as good an excuse as any to open a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc?


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 Post Office and we were both excited that I should receive it.

A comment came in from an observer:

Gosh you lead a full life, what’s next………”

Funny? Perhaps, but – mundane as trips to the Post Office to retrieve gifts may be – I do lead a full life.  I am blessed.  What’s next? Oh, just another little slip from the Post Office, another parcel to collect, a trip to a new coffee shop to do a review, a trip to a lifestyle centre to do a product sampling and then the tedious business of an outing to a wine exhibition with another friend.

Go ahead, call me boring; I love my life.

Thank you, Chantelle, you made my week…



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 of cigarettes …

She nearly had a credenza …

Oh, how we laugh together at deep-voices ladies expressing the wonder of life and giggle over handbags we don’t need, but buy because they’re good for the soul!

There are others times; when she simply sends a card…

There is nothing we like to see so much as the gleam of pleasure in a person’s eye when he feels that we have sympathized with him, understood him. At these moments something fine and spiritual passes between two friends.

These are the moments worth living.

Don Marquis



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 up too weak to lift my wine glass, and my food processor and blender are no help; the potatoes just end up gluey.

Bangers need a bit of zing to bring out the full richness of their flavour, and we usually have English mustard on the side when we eat them, but I rather liked the idea of a recipe I’d come across online for a horseradish-laced mashed potato, and I had to use up the carrots & leeks I’d bought for Tandy’s challenge yesterday, so I stacked my veg for a posh take on an old favourite.

It’s so beautifully arranged on the plate – you know someone’s fingers have been all over it.

Julia Child

The Kitchen Craft Master Class Stainless Steel Deluxe Potato Ricer and Fruit Press is available from at R330.

I found this list of mash variations on

And, seeing as my humble bangers & mash had such delusions of grandeur, what else could I do but indulge them by pairing them with a good wine?


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; she’d added dried fruit to her trusty curry recipe.

One another occasion he wanted to know why supper was taking so long; pots stood all over the place and flames were erupting from one on the stove.  “I’m making coq au vin” said my mother “it takes some time.”

“Well,” he said “if you muck about with that bird much longer you’re going to coq it up.”

In ‘easy, simple & delicious’ Sonia Cabano has taken coq au vin to just one pot on her stove.  Ordinarily not a dish I would prepare on a week night because of the perceived labour-intensive nature of the recipe, I took it on last night.

In her intro to the recipe, she says “Use a wine that you would actually drink to make this classic French chicken dish – not some cheap plonk that entirely defeats the exercise of cooking with wine in the first place.  This dish will make your house smell like a French bistro!”

And so, with a brief bit of grief, I withdrew a bottle of Kleine Zalze 2008 Vineyard Selection Pinot Noir from my rack and – yes – it did smell as though my kitchen was on holiday in France.


Coq au vin with pancetta and onions appears on page 144 of ‘easy, simple & delicious’.


I veered a tiny bit from the recipe, in order to meet Tandy’s weekly ingredient challenge, and included leeks, carrots and celery.