I love the rain. When it rains in South Africa we eat pancakes. I love pancakes. This year I’ve incorporated traditions from both sides of the equator.
Oh no! I cannot believe it is nearly February. Nearly a twelfth into the New Year and I’m still in the Christmas spirit!
The shops are getting ready for the Easter Fever, but I still feel a bit of the Christmas nostalgia lingering in the air.
Sometimes I miss being little. On Saturday evenings we would often sit outside as my dad makes a potjie. There are as many recipes out there as there are potjies, but of course, my dad’s Drunken Chicken Potjie is the best!
Let’s face it: South Africa still amazes me every time I go back there. Life there is just lived in exponentials.