The Gift of being a Luftmensch: A Love Story

Luftmensch. Yiddish (n.) Literally meaning ‘air person’ or daydreamer There was a poll undertaken by a newspaper recently during the pandemic, to see what jobs the public felt were essential. It fared poorly for artists I have to say. (Doesn’t it tragically far too often?!) We were considered no more essential than a telelmarketer, with […]

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Dining Decadently for One

It’s no secret I’ve always been my grandpappy’s child. We were cut from the same cloth him and I. Dreamy and contemplative, often lost to our thoughts. And with a mom working the occasional evening shift, I was often fobbed off on her folks, my maternal grandparents. Without fail, it was my Papa who tucked […]

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The Secret to Sourdough, or, Why I Cook, Really  

I recently went trawling at my local charity shops for second hand books, and was fortunate enough to chance upon a book bundle of five cookbooks for sale for R50 (that’s about two pounds in foreign exchange). Amongst my treasure find for the day were Open Rhodes Around Britain by Gary Rhodes, Canteen Cuisine by […]

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The Gift of Nana’s and a Wooden Spoon: A Love Story

While it must be said that I was always my grandfather’s child (and oh how I idolised him!), it was my grandmother, my nana, who has forever been the maternal glue in our family. When I stayed with them during my latter teens and first few years at varsity, it was my nana who made […]

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