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Sunday, July 27, 2014

The road


We drove 25 minutes from home, over Ou Kaapseweg.


The clouds were splitting and reknitting, after three days of continuous rain. 


We were heading for some lunch at the Cape Point Vineyards.

Lunch had a good view, good service, and good smoked yellowfin tuna. And otherwise very on the ball maitre d's who squeezed your shoulders affectionately (with both hand, either side) every time you asked them something. Table at the window? Squeeze. Pepper? Squeeze. Bill? Squeeze. I hated that. Someone has told them the customers like it. This customer wanted to bite their arms off. Do not be touching me...(is it just me?). My dad might say, As jy my daar vat, moet jy my trou. If you touch me there, you must marry me.


And then we drove home, again.


There will be more Cape Town posts, but they will be loaded from Harlem. I am leaving home. I am going home.

See you there.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Home cooking


My mother and I have been having supper in front of the study fire, these winter nights in Constantia. My father is still in Europe, so it is just the two of us.

While I have been making many of our suppers, recently she made an old favourite - cottage pie. The lamb was ground up from the leftovers of two legs I'd roasted for the wild dinner party last week, and topped with smooth mashed potatoes, then slices of tomato and bacon. Hello, childhood. I had forgotten about those finishing touches.

Home keeps changing its meaning.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

False Bay


This is one of those perfect winter days in Cape Town. 


More beautiful than the long days of summer.


                                                         When the bay is as placid as a Swiss lake.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Chameleon Wednesday


I took the spirit of the Frenchman with me for a walk to find the Constantia chameleons. 


The spirit was strong because I discovered two new green dragons. 


The bored corgis lolled at my feet.  


Polite walkers wondered but did not ask what I was doing, staring at trees for long silent stretches. 


The one above has lost the tip of its prehensile tail.

This tiny one below is always in the same spot. Once the eye is used to their patterns they become easier to notice, but it's remarkable how fast they are lost, once you look away again.


The beautiful clear days are almost over again, as another weekend of winter storms approaches.

My mission here is not altogether accomplished. There are obstructions and labyrinths and a dark tunnel or two to negotiate, spanning the impressive range of country, family and livelihood. Like the lesson of the chameleons, we must adapt, and dye. And focus hopefully until we identify that which we came to find.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Bokbaai vygies


Enjoying the late winter sun in Constantia.

Previously seen here.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Wild at heart - a Cape winter forage


Supper, before orchestration. 

Wild leeks, three-cornered leeks, white bluebelll (Allium triquetrum - Mediterranean origin): buds and flowers, tubers and leaves. These invasive onions are similar to garlic chives in taste, and quite mild after cooking. They will feature in a cauliflower, suuring and curry leaf soup, topped with some curry leaf, coriander and mustard seed oil, and the sauteed buds.
Thistles (Sonchus oleraceus): a well known garden invader whose tender leaves are very slightly bitter. They will cook under some slow-roast leg of lamb, which is our main course, spiced with cardamom, cumin, black pepper and cinnamon.
Suuring ("souring," in Afrikaans; Oxalis pes-caprae - indigenous to the Western Cape) - chopped and stuffed inside the leg of lamb
Chickweed (Stellaria media - European origin) - the tender tips and leaves will be tossed in a watercress and roast carrot salad.
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