I can’t remember when I started my blog, 2007 I think. I took some time to reflect on past posts. I don’t think I have ever gone back to read what I have written, but today I did.

What a journey! I went to pick up our passports this morning and opening it up to see our residency visas in there left me a little emotional. Finally they were there… it was a beautiful sight.

I have felt so much lighter since we received the news but today was special and best of all they were issued on my birthday!

We have a challenging year ahead, but I am so excited about the new challenges! Reading some old posts, I realise the journey I have been on. It’s been a challenging one. It has also been a good one.

One of healing, new beginnings, new adventures.

All the toxic people inflicting hurt now gone. My fur baby safe and sound with me. My girls safe and happy. My husband my biggest supporter. I have even taken the first steps confiding in people I hold in high regard and have a sense of trust. I don’t have new friends yet, but have relationships I now feel confident that I can develop.

It’s a good feeling. Looking forward to this year.


Growing up in the 80’s

Do you remember the movie The Goonies? We recently got a copy of it for the girls and it brought back dusty memories of growing up in the eighties. You have got to love the eighties!! What a wonderful blissful era.

It was so cool to have your hair permed and we all had the poofiest scrunchies to contain our fake curls in stylish ponytails on the side of our heads….or in a gorgeous banana clip, oh gotta love that look! We had fluorescent socks that you rolled down and it was super cool to wear several pairs all rolled down to make a rainbow of shocking colors.

We stole stuff from the chem lab and made smoke bombs in the road… Those days the chem lab still had things to experiment with and no one ever thought of stealing copper pipes and electrical cabling.

Our friends were the best and we believed we’ll be friends for life. It was super cool to dress exactly like your friend. We knew what “wax on, wax off” meant and got the urge to say “NOT” after every sentence.

It was an era of classic movies like Gremlins and He-Man and series like Doogie Howser. Alf still showed on Saturdays and was translated in Afrikaans. We watched Heidi and Nils Holgerson after church on a Sunday and all children went for Sunday afternoon naps.

We knew all the Bon Jovi songs and could walk home after a dance at school and it was perfectly safe. You could buy a whole lot of wilson toffees and nickerballs and other sweets and pay only 50 cents.

We still held annual Christmas celebrations at my dad’s work and believed that father christmas actually brought extra presents. We played Pack Man on Atari and thought color TV’s were awesome!

The boys wore white faded jeans and tucked in their shirts and we thought it looked fabulous! We had roller skates with four wheels and protective skating gear did not exist. We thought saying “shut up” was swearing and we still had respect for our parents.

The melody of the ice-cream van could be heard almost every day which was our cue to scramble looking for coins to buy some ice cream. We listened to stories on the radio and going to the movies was a huge thing.

Those were care free days when children were just that. Hardly any of your friends’ parent were divorced. We had physical exercise twice a week at school and had art and music as well. It was glorious times to be a kid!

I wonder how our kids will remember their childhood in time to come. I just know that I will forever have fond childhood memories 🙂

My Challenge to you … if you can’t feed a hundred people, then just feed ONE!

I refuse to believe that small acts of kindness cannot make a difference.  I couldn’t sleep last night and was haunted by an image I saw of a starving child in Ethiopia.  I felt frustrated by the fact that I can’t make any difference to that poor child’s absolute misery and hunger… but it got me thinking and I came up with a plan. We are surrounded by people that are also hungry, who find it hard to make it day to day, who earn minimal wages, so this is where I will start.

Like a small pebble in a pond, thrown the right way it can make extraordinary big ripples.  My solution? I vow to make just one extra sandwich, and somewhere in my day I’ll give it to someone in need, and with some hope, at least 10 of my friends on Facebook, or 10 people reading this blog, will do the same…and if 10 friends of each of those 10 do it as well and so on and so on, just imagine how many people will get a sandwich that they could not afford. 

You might think this stupid, but my challenge to you is this.  Just in case people read this post late, I’ll do it on Friday the 13th.  Very fitting as it will turn a superstitiously “bad-luck-day” into a good-luck one for someone.  It will take you less than 5 min and 2 slices of bread with something in between.  Please help me make a difference…

If you can’t feed a hundred people, then just feed ONE.    – Mother Teresa

Super Salad

Super Salad indeed!!! I admit getting the very green wart-looking hubbard squash into cubes wasn’t completely difficult, made a whopper of a mess in the process, but with success of culinary level I got it cubed and actually cooked.  The salad turned out perfectly supreme, and scrumptiously delicious!!! Gold stars for me  🙂

Here is the recipe for this very morish, gloriously colourful salad that will without a doubt leave you with a smug smile on your face:

½ hubbard squash cut into pieces                                           
2 tbsp olive oil                                                                  
1 red pepper
150g baby spinach                            
1 avocado                                                              
60ml toasted pine nuts                        
100g feta
60ml olive oil
60ml red wine vinegar
2 tbsp maple syrup
2 tbsp wholegrain mustard
Preheat oven to 200 C. Toss the squash with the oil in a baking dish and bake for 20 min until tender. Gently toss the pepper through. Combine with other ingredients. Top with feta.
For the dressing whisk all the ingredients together in a small jug. Season to taste.

Whala.. It’s so Jaime-Oliver-ish… These are the benefits of being in a book club with people that do actually know how to cook. Enjoy!!