Cape Town – When my niece was in Grade 2, she needed an empty shoebox for a project.
This should have been simple – but it wasn’t.
Neither my sister, my mother nor I had such a thing as an empty shoebox. I had to ask a colleague (who has beautiful taste in shoes) to bring one to the office so that the school could get its project. Continue reading
Tigger asleep and blissfully unaware of her unvaccinated status. Picture: Renee Moodie
I took my cat to the vet yesterday, for her vaccinations.
Now this is not unusual – but it is for me. This cat has not in fact been vaccinated since 2005 – and neither had any of the other late lamented animals in our house.
When I confessed this fact to a group of friends, there was a pause and a small intake of breath all round. Continue reading
When I was little, I had a dream.
I would sit on the floor with my mother’s copy of the Royal Hostess recipe book (“South Africa’s own cookbook” it said proudly on the cover) and wish with all my heart that my mother would one day make me the Royal Rondawel cake.
The 1962 rondawel cake
Now that I am a mother, I understand completely why she didn’t ever make it. But I loved everything about that picture: the colours, the little Father Christmas, the hint of a present in the corner.
At a recent gathering, one of the women present said to her sister (my friend, also present) that the cake we were eating tasted just like the apple cake their long-departed mother used to make. “I still have the Royal Hostess,” she mused. “I wonder if that recipe is in there?”