Sandy’s Kitchen Lifestyle// // My mother baked, her handwritten recipes dusty, smudged with a veneer of a misplaced buttered knife. She baked, cakes that were tall and fluffy, oozing with sticky-fingered jam and sprinkled with snow frosted icing sugar. She baked, every day at 3, a cluttered mess of hot
Sandy’s Kitchen Lifestyle// // My Salad Days were fresh with Bloom,a youthful curl of upright stem.A springtime flavour of minted fresh,no wilt, no droop, no listless flop. My Salad Dayswere frizz with crunch,a crisp abandon of childlike charm.A blush, a bright of glowing green,no crease, no pucker, no crumpled leaf.
Sandy’s Kitchen Lifestyle// //A land of blue dances with the sun with a glint and sparkle, its fringe laps against an island of thirsty browns and olive greens. Trees grow as bent as its inhabitants, with their crumpled faces, they wander over stony paths, meandering past patches of brilliantly white
Sandy’s Kitchen Lifestyle// Blue has frozen Autumn // wrapped her up in an icy grip and jagged stiff her sea and sky. Orange has thawed her colour, defrosted her heart and melted her forbidden stare. And together they dance in perfect tepid unison. South Africa deep in the throes of
Sandy’s Kitchen Lifestyle// The braai // a fire that burns deep in the hearts of all South Africans. We are celebrating Father’s Day with more than just a meal, we’re honouring these special men in our lives with an intrinsically South African way of life – a braai. This deeply
Sandy’s Kitchen Lifestyle// //Autumn leaves us warm. The shadow of summer has crept in. Dressed in her rust-coated leaves, that crunch beneath our feet. With her thin smile and frosted breath, she bites the daylight short and blushes out against her naked landscape, her beauty finally revealed. Emulate Autumn with