Native Roots

Over the weekend I visited my family. Amongst other goodies, my parents gave me proteas from their garden, and a sack of mealie meal. The protea is the South African National Flower, while the mealie meal is a South African staple food. Today I combined the two for a double hit of South Africa, and spent the morning reflecting on my home-land.

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Mealie meal, aka ‘mielie meel’, can be prepared in numeorous ways. In our family, my mother would cook it on the stovetop for a crumbled, dry consistency which is then served with savoury food from the ‘braai’, or BBQ. More often though, she prepares it as a porridge (or ‘pap’), when the coarsely ground corn forms a smooth consistency, and is served with milk, butter, and sugar for breakfast.

Growing up in a home where we used to eat mielie meel on a semi-regular basis, and having spent my childhood in South Africa, one would assume that I know how to prepare it. Wrong. Somehow I missed that lesson… and mielie meel doesn’t come with instructions. My mother handed me the sack of meel with the advice: either start off with the water boiling, then add the meel for a crubmly texture, or start with cold water mixed with the meel for a smooth texture. I was left to my own devices around quantities.

Somehow my first stove-top attempt for pap was a success this morning. Perhaps the skill is intrinsic to South African born females.

I wish I could share an exact recipe here, but it was all a bit hodgepodge.

Miele Pap Recipe

I started with 2 1/2 tablespoons of meel, and about a cup of water. This went on a low heat, and as it thickened, I added a little water and milk. Be careful not to undercook, assuming it is ready when thickened. Look out for the softened granules. Keep cooking slowly and adding water as required, until you find the individual grains are soft and the texture is creamy. This took bout ten minutes on stovetop for one serve. Be sure to add salt as you cook. Serve with a lump of butter, sugar and a dash of milk.

 

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a country escape

This little trip to the country offered some much needed R&R.

We travelled to Bright, Victoria and stayed in a cosy little eco-studio on the hills above the township. On arrival we were met by a pair of kangaroos who seem to hang around the bush that surrounds the studios. Our studio included a slow combustion fireplace at the end of the bed which we had going for the entirety of our stay. The tin roof and corrugated iron interior added to the ambiance.

Half our luck; there was an excellent live band playing at the Bright Brewery, where we had dinner and some specialty beers. We sat outdoors with a backdrop of yellow and red-toned trees, offering a constant reminder of autumn, despite the relatively warm weather. The Belgian Witbier had me back in Germany, eating bratwurst at a farmer’s market. While it was light and easy-drinking, it had some serious flavour with the capacity to uncover beautiful memories.

Having done a quick trip through town the day before, I had already made my mind up to have breakfast at the quaint-looking Ginger Baker. Here we chose a seat at one of the beautiful wooden-slab tables, almost surrounded by stacked firewood and some carefully selected tunes. Above us hung an array of pendant lights made of mason jars. Breakfast was of a high standard, similar to the quality you would expect in the trendy Melbourne cafes.  The experience was made all the better with the relaxed, personable service from the owner who recommended a day trip to Mt Buffalo.

Considering the beautiful autumn weather and the fact that we had a 2006 vintage pinot noir from our wedding day just waiting to be enjoyed, we headed for the hills. We stopped off early on at a few of the waterfalls, but pressed on to the rugged top – The Horn. After 45 minutes of winding roads and terrifying gradients, we were committed to a picnic with a view – despite the wind suggesting otherwise. After consuming about half of the produce and wine we had packed, our fingers were ready to snap off and we were tired of grabbing at our wine glasses to prevent the wind from taking them over the viewing edge. A picnic in the boot of the car was the solution, and a very effective one at that. We could now enjoy the vista of the Victorian Alpine Ranges before us.

Heading back down Mt Buffalo, we stopped off near the Historic Chalet where we discovered even better views, and on this side of the mountain, the weather was also more forgiving. Fortunately there was a lick of wine left, and we enjoyed this as the sun set over the valley.

On our return trip, we took a detour to Beechworth, on the recommendation of a dear friend who loves the Beechworth Bakery. The sheets of rain made for a somewhat anxiety inducing trip, however upon arrival at this little historic town, the detour was certainly BeechWORTH it. Not to mention the ‘country chicken pie’ that I ordered at the bakery. If ever you need a pie-fix, you should definitely drive all the way to Beechworth just for that alone. The pastries that we tried were also delicious. They weren’t your typical pink iced-bun or glaze-laden danish that are common of country bakeries. The ‘beesting’ was so good that it might just drive me to attempt making one at home, once I start experiencing withdrawal symptoms.

After this taste of Bright and surrounds, I will definitely go back for seconds.

 

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creamy rice pudding

creamy rice pudding

Creating this blog originated from the absolute joy I experienced in making a simple pudding on a day off. I had no where to be and no one to see; but I did have a surplus of milk that needed to be used before going out of date. An online search led me to this creamy rice pudding, which I amended to suit my taste. The recipe was so simple that it didn’t require a great deal of concentration, and I was able to tune out the world and just stir whilst the mixture thickened on the stove-top. In the background I had some French tunes playing, which I am sure only enhanced the experience.

Once cooked, I served the pudding in a handmade stoneware bowl from my step-mother in law, atop a doily inherited from my late grandma, with honey from a farmer’s market (courtesy of my mum), and some freshly grated nutmeg. I was caught up in taking photos of this sweet little set-up for a few minutes before sitting down to try the pudding. By the time I was at it, it had cooled to the perfect temperature for me to enjoy. And oh how I enjoyed it.

I found this whole pudding-experience to be absolutely heart-warming and comforting. I hope that sharing this recipe will bring some relaxation and pleasure into your home also!

INGREDIENTS

1 1/2 cups water

3/4 cup uncooked white rice

2 cups milk

1/4 cup white sugar

2 tablespoons honey

pinch of salt

one beaten egg

tablespoon butter

1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

freshly grated nutmeg, to taste

METHOD

Bring 1 1/2 cups of water to the boil in a saucepan then add rice. Reduce the heat and allow to simmer until cooked.

Add 1 1/2 cups milk, sugar, honey and salt to the cooked rice. Cook over a medium heat until the mixture thickens, stirring occasionally (about 10 minutes).

Stir in the remaining 1/2 cup milk, beaten egg, butter, vanilla, and nutmeg. Cook for a further few minutes until the pudding reaches the desired thickness.

 

Serve this lovely pudding fresh from the stove-top, with some extra honey and nutmeg, if the mood takes you!

 

Recipe adapted from ‘Erica G’ on ‘allrecipes’

 

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on a whim

The idea of starting a blog came from my husband only days ago. I anticipate it will have absolutely no consistency or regular theme, except that it will encompass a motley collection of little things that attract my gaze.

 

 

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