My Story… My mother was born in 1918, the year of the close of World War I. Life was pretty tough for everyone then. Coming home from the war were many fathers, brothers, and uncles. This should have been a happy time, and maybe it was for a few, but most men were maimed physically or mentally or died. The womenfolk did their best to keep things going home to welcome their return as best
My Story… As promised, here is my apple tart recipe. So simple to make, even a child can do it with adults' help. I started helping my mom in the kitchen from about the age of 8. Coming from a large family, there was always plenty to do in the kitchen as we entertained often in those days. Life was a slower pace of course, but we still had work to do and were expected to
My Story… I had a very interesting childhood but didn’t have the privilege of our family ever keeping chickens. I grew up on the slopes of Signal Hill in Tamboerskloof at the top of the last road where it meets the forest. There lived our neighbor in a large spooky dark house surrounded by trees, the owner of Mullers Music shop in those days. The house still stands, as does my old house, but most
My Story… My mom and mother-in-law generally ordered their meat from a country butcher (1965 – 1975). When I was first married I gave my weekly order to my mom-in-law, usually a small leg of lamb, a pound of beef mince, and an aitchbone or corned silverside. The meat was relatively cheaper then than now and we made a little go a long way. The lamb we ordered then was from the Malmesbury area quite unlike
Karen, one of our five daughters-in-law, gave me this recipe of Chocolate Brownies which she often makes for family occasions
My Story… Our family has always loved fish. As long as I can remember we had fish at least once a week, either fresh or as fish cakes or in a pie. Living in such close proximity to the sea, there is no excuse for us not to enjoy it often. My dad loved going to the Cape Town Harbour, walking along the pier right to the end, where there was a lighthouse. We passed the
My Story… When I was growing up we always had an endless stream of relatives and visitors to our house over the Dec / Jan holidays. My mom was very good at organizing the house and the whole family well in advance, moving beds around etc., cleaning and washing everything in sight. My sisters & I had turns to hang out the washing. The washing line wasn’t just outside the back door either, but as
