I’m not in the best headspace at the moment- I feel like we’re existing in a half-life, where I crave being able to fly on the wingtips of the clouds while snuggling up under my duvet with a book to avoid having to feel anything or make decisions. I scroll through my phone looking at … More Bittersweet Return to Europe.
I had lunch with a South African friend last week and we somehow alighted on the topic of the lure of a certain shopping emporium in South Africa- let’s call them ‘W’. There was that social media post that they put out a couple of months back, nudging the expats and immigrants across the world, … More Discovering Foraging On My Back Door.
I started this entry a month ago, as confinment restrictions were lifted. Finally, France is offically open (except for the borders) and the terraces across the city were full yesterday evening. Towards the end of last week I started seeing adverts on social media for local restaurants that are now open for customers to order … More Recipe: Malva Pudding
One of my peeves about South Africans who have elected to live outside their homeland is when they lament the absence of certain homegrown treats that they can’t get. The list is endless: Cream Soda,NikNaks, Ghost Pops, Peppermint Crisps, Ouma Rusks, Mrs Balls chutney, the list goes on and on. Oh, and Biltong and wors, … More Not Mrs Balls
Without picking up a dictionary or googling it on Wikipedia, how would you define the word ‘culture’? Do you live your life according to it? Does it define who you are? Is it your excuse? Or would you go so far as to say that it is ‘rubbish’? I sit here in my lovely window … More Culture
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 