When I was a teenager, I used to keep a list of songs that reminded me of particular people and events. Looking back at them now, some songs still instantly transport be back to a particular time, place or company while other associations have been lost and can only be vaguely recalled because I wrote […]
Compared to most people I know, we entertain rather a lot here at Cooksister HQ. Sometimes it’s ambitious all-day braais for 30 people; sometimes more intimate lunch parties for six; sometimes just the neighbours over for dinner. But however many people are coming, I always hope that they find my house a relaxed and comfortable […]
Who can tell me what the following sentence’s claim to fame might be? “The seething sea ceaseth and thus the seething sea sufficeth us.” Points if you said that it provides a an example of sibilance – and bonus points if you pointed out that it is onomatopoeic. But its true claim to fame […]
Dealing with travel bookings would have been so much easier if I were a mushroom. You see, if Mr Chantrelle booked a plane ticket and turned up with a passport saying “Monsieur Girolle”, check-in staff would not bat an eyelid. Or if “Herr Pfifferling” turned up for the flight instead, they would welcome him with open arms – not only because he’s a fun guy (!) but because despite their different names, these three mushrooms are in fact one and the same delicious thing.
When I was a kid, my parents had clearly not read the parenting book that advised parents to “give your kids some freedom and space to grow”. Oh no, instead they had opted for the book that said “be very careful, absolutely EVERYTHING poses a potential danger to your offspring!”.
Travel: I love how it broadens the mind (and the derriere, if you eat as much when travelling as I do!). Living in one country you always seem to think that its problems are totally unique; that its traditions are novel, and its way of doing things correct. It’s only when you travel abroad that you begin […]
As anybody who cooks for a living, or who blogs for an obsession, will know, going to eat at other people’s houses can be a social minefield. First there is the “oh I can’t have YOU over for dinner – you won’t possibly enjoy the simple food that I can cook – too much […]