Piggly Wiggly

This little piggy went to market… Actually he wasn’t little. He was force fed and weighed in at an astounding 110 kg. Slaughter or carcass weight is about 80kg. I can see that all this useless, rather morbid information, although hard facts, is doing nothing to excite you about my festive pork recipes. Let’s rather

Christmas Decorations, 🎄❄️🎅DIY

Alternative Christmas trees DIY Napkin Rings DIY Christmas Wreath Christmas Gift Tags Handpainted Napkins 5 Pointed stars Folded Christmas trees

Christmas Lunch suggestion.

Peanut butter and dark chocolate dipped fruit INGREDIENTS METHOD LINE a tray with baking paper and assemble the kiwis, figs and strawberries on the tray. PLACE peanut butter and chocolate in separate bowls. Add 1 tbsp of coconut oil to each bowl and stir. PLACE peanuts, petals, salt and pistachios in separate bowls.  DIP a

We have Breakfast-time, Lunchtime and Supper-time, but let’s face it…. without Tea-time, we’ll never make it through the day!

Meal times are pretty much governed by the kind of food that one has planned. Tea times are a whole different kettle of fish. That welcome break, be it midmorning, afternoon or evening, can be as varied as the people who partake of this age old ritual. Thinking back, I stayed with my uncle and

Gobble, gobble, gobble!

The Turkey has been the popular bird of choice by Americans as part of their Thanksgiving meal ever since president Abraham Lincoln proclaimed Thanksgiving as an official American holiday in 1863. The Turkey was popular for a few reasons. Firstly, it was plentiful. Probably about 10 million wild birds populated the area at that stage.

Superfoods: Up, up and away.

The year is nearing it’s end and just thinking about everything that’s happened and even worse, everything you still have to do, makes you feel more tired than you actually are. Instead of swallowing expensive energy boosting pills, try some superfood recipes that are healthy and energy boosters. You might not fly like Superman but

Mex night…. bring on the Burritos, Tacos, Espetadas and Tortillas. Olay!

My mother was determined that her son, namely me, was to become the next Fred Astaire, and so I was marched off and enrolled in the Don Zeratsky’s school of dance. We had to give up our tasty treats from the Silver leaf confectioners for a month so that she could afford to buy me