delikadent – the shop/deli

I haven’t spoken to you for too long now! And boy, did I miss it!

At least I have a few very good reasons for this! The most exciting reason is the opening of Delikadent; the Deli/Shop! Yip! As from next week you will be able to come sit down in my little shop, enjoy a cup of REAL coffee, have a slice or two of REAL home baked farm bread with spreads such as hummus, basil peste and pates or simply jam and cheese -once again homemade.

We will also be serving pies, sandwiches with fillings like parma ham, salami, avo, bacon, smoked chicken… Parmasan, Danish feta…

Everything rather simple, but beautifully prepared and served. Garnished with fresh herbs from our potted garden.

And to make your visit extra special, you will be surrounded with vintage furniture, handmade ceramics, bric a brac from the past, decor items and much more for sale.

Even better news is that the shop will be situated in the tasting room of Porterville Wine Cellar. Ideal to do some wine tasting while browsing our homely space.

I cannot wait to entertain my friends, meet people and make new friends. So be sure to pop in when you’re in the area!

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Saronsberg… for the love of art and wine

We’ve had another quick day trip the other day.  I’ve been thinking of an angle on how to share these pics with you, but I am like a child who cannot keep a secret any longer.

Our destination was Tulbagh, more specifically;  Saronsberg Winery.

Without any further ado, here are the pictures of probably the most beautiful, relaxing wine cellar in the Western Cape.

I do not know the story of this cement/stone/brass woman, but I am sure it’ll be worth my while to find out.  Will share it as soon as I know…

View from the Tasting area…

Rustic and Modern, perfectly combined

Cobbled entrance to the Tasting Area and Cellar

The cellar is double volume with a private art collection upstairs.  For obvious reasons I didn’t take any pictures of this, but do yourself a favour – go and experience this absolute sense of tranquillity with a glass of the best pinotage EVER in your hands. It has been said by those in the know, that Dewaldt Heyns, the winemaker, is to be watched.  He’s approach to wine making is fresh, modern and exciting – perfectly in rhythm with the Saronsberg atmosphere.

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tomatoe and olive potatoes.

Good mood, good times, good friends, good food…

crisp tomato

I feel so much better after getting a few things off my chest.  Strange strange world we live in… Or shall I rather say – strange what we do to this world, to the people we care about and to ourselves.  Things shouldn’t be so complicated.  But that’s how it is…

At least we have tomatoes to make life better. Red cherry tomatoes, plum tomatoes, big, round, fat tomatoes, green tomatoes – oh, you name them.  They come in a variety of shapes and sizes, colours and flavours.

To celebrate my good mood I have decided on a very healthy meal for dinner.  As always it is simple to make, yet tasty.

You Need

8 baby sweet potatoes, halved

8 baby potatoes, halved

Enough cherry tomatoes to add flavour and colour. (I didn’t have any cherry tomatoes today, so I used ordinary tomatoes cut in quarters)

generous amount of olive oil

Garlic to taste

Leafs of one rosemary sprig

Black olives

Coarse sea salt

To Do

Toss everything together in a baking dish.

Bake in moderately hot oven until the potatoes are golden brown and the olives are crinkly.

This is an ideal all-in-one side dish to a braai or served with bangers as we will be enjoying it tonight.

Have a happy, healthy week!

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About last night’s Netball Dance.

So we were sitting at our fire – around 5 o clock in the afternoon.

Typical Saturday; Steve Hofmeyr singing in his coarse voice, tjoppies sizzling, boys kicking their rugby ball and Pipa running around filling our glasses with ice and the chips-bowl with chips…  All that was missing was a good old fashioned plaas dance.  Boy! I barely gave that thought some energy when ‘Ching’… a penny dropped,  a note hit and a voice whispered in my ear.  Tonight the Porterville Netball team is having their annual end of season Dance! Heee-Haaa! Be careful what you wish for…… You know what they say…

So gese, so gedaan.

Wat gaan ek aantrek.  Ek dra elke dag jeans.  Kry SO min die geleentheid om my neus te poeier en lippies rooi te verf!  Na ‘n paar minute se krap in my laaie kom ek af op my ever so classic matriekafskeidbroek van 1990.  En sowaar – 20jaar later pas hy beter as OOIT! Strappies toppie,  lekker hoe hakskoene vir daai 2-step moves, en siedaar!

Die landbousaal is verfraai met silwer strips wat die dak vol hang en  lazer beams wat in rooi, groen en blou al wat mens is soos ‘n robot laat lyk.  Groepies sit saam by staal tafels met swart tafeldoeke en plastiek stoele.  Same old, same old…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Die spyskaart het soos volg gelyk;  Broodtafel en Lasagne.

True to Porterville style the apricot jam was served in empty margarine tubs and the margarine was simply opened and placed on the table with a couple of knives stuck into it – no pretence.  As jy nie welkom gevoel het na die starter nie, was jy by die verkeerde party!

The lasagne was the best I have ever had.  Served with beautiful fresh garden salads and salad dressing.  I went back for seconds – something I NEVER do!

More than enough drinks to kill any thirst and lift any mood. Good old fashioned music and salt of the earth people.

I cannot help asking myself; Who wouldn’t just love to be a part of a community like this?

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Gouda – a forgotten village

A mere 140km from Cape Town lies a quaint little village called Porterville.  That’s the place we’ve been calling home for the past 4 years.  During the first couple of months it was terrible. A real love-hate situation.  When you live in the city the whole idea of scaling down, living simple,  keeping chickens and a pig in your front garden and harvesting your own fruit, vegetables and herbs, seems extremely romantic.  But the reality of bad cellphone and internet reception, empty shop shelves and a total lack of entertainment in the sense of movies, restaurants and game arcades for the kids, hits you faster and harder that you would ever have dreamt.

Perhaps that’s what they call adjustment. Change.  Growing into a different person – a person who has to look at who he really is and face his dark side, his fears and angers.  A person who is allowed to be sad when he sees a hungry child on the pavement. Happy or excited about something as simple as the first gooseberry in his garden.

Change scares and radical change petrifies.

But 4 years down the line one starts to embrace the fulfilment of living honestly. Mostly honestly towards one self.  It’s not always pretty or easy, in fact! But it is always true and rewarding…

With that same mindset my lover and I often decide to fill the car with a bit of gas, charge our camera’s batteries and hit the road, jeans on our asses and walking shoes on our feet.  We drive to where the road takes us.  Sometimes it’s an hour or two’s drive, but more often it would be close by, just around the corner.  A different outlook on life, a change of scenery.  A new street cafe,  a fresh dirt road or a certain type of architecture, is all you need to experience to realise that this world is bigger that life.

So 2 days ago we found ourselves in Gouda.  Honestly a no-man’s town.  A forgotten piece of this world, only 30km from where we live.

Nothing to see except a touch of has-been politics and a bit of forgotten glory.

Huge wooden doors, locked up and probably key-less.

 

Beautiful old buildings that will never be restored to it’s former beauty.

And simple people living uncomplicated lifes.

Once again we realised why we’ve swapped the city life for rural simplicity.

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Wabi-Sabi has nothing to do with sushi…

When I first saw the term “Wabi Sabi” I thought it had something to do with my favourite food, Sushi.  Wow – now I can see exactly what that green stuff is made of, I thought… Toe Nie!

The vase is an empty vessel open to possibility, and the flower is an object of natural beauty that is on its journey between first bud to inevitable decay.

Wabi Sabi is a style.  Albeit a decor style or a lifestyle. It speaks of simplicity, naturalism and authenticity.  After reading more about it, I strongly relate to this look.  It’s fast becoming a “thing” in interiors. Yet, the very act of force, of trying to make something a “thing,” opposes the essence of Wabi-Sabi. In other words, you cannot really ‘copy’ this style.  It’s a natural progression of a certain lifestyle.

To truly understand Wabi-Sabi, one likely has to spend years studying Zen Buddhism and the social and cultural mores of the traditional Japanese Tea Ceremony. Wabi-Sabi has developed from two different philosophies, and can be (sort of) summed up by Richard R. Powell, who wrote in his book Wabi Sabi Simple, “It nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.”

What’s “Wabi”?

“Wabi” can mean loneliness or distance from society, a sense or remoteness that is grounded in the natural world. The four seasons, most especially autumn, are deeply connected to the spirit of Wabi. Unlike Western cultures, which celebrate autumn as the season of bounty and harvest in preparation for the long winter ahead, Japanese and Zen Buddhist cultures see the autumn as the unavoidable path to death, the ultimate distance or separation from all we know.  However, this is not a state to feared, but to aspire too. It is the shucking off of worldly possessions to live in an other-worldly state.

an elderly Japanese woman describes herself as an example of Sabi. She is who she has always been

What’s “Sabi”?

“Sabi,” while closely related, is focused more towards the transience of life and the inherent beauty of change. In the BBC Four Documentary “Searching for Wabi-Sabi,” an elderly Japanese woman describes herself as an example of Sabi. She is who she has always been, even as her outward appearance has changed over time. In Eastern cultures, the elderly are revered for their knowledge and wisdom and the natural aging process is seen as beautiful.  It’s the process of transformation, the celebration that nothing is permanent and perfection cannot be achieved.  “Wabi is a guiding principal of life, the stripping away of anything that is unnecessary. But it’s ultimately indefinable as words are not adequate when trying to understand the world,” says a monk in “Searching for Wabi-Sabi.”

Is Wabi-Sabi even applicable in our home designs?

With buzzwords such as “rustic simplicity,” “roughness,” “economy,” “austerity,” “modesty” and “nature” floating around it, “Wabi-Sabi” feels a little Shaker in its austerity, recessionist in its economy and environmentalist in its closeness to nature. But, these ties are inherently not accurate, or at least not deep enough. The Shakers did believe in austerity and the stripping away of anything that is unnecessary, but they did not find beauty in destruction or natural decay. There was no “chippy” paint on the Shaker’s furniture. Economy is important, but it’s not about reuse, reduce, recycle, it’s a feeling closer to emptiness and total lack of need.

It seems to me that in our Western culture, Wabi-Sabi cannot really become a design style in anything but the broadest of terms. We can embrace imperfection and the patina that comes from age and use, but we cannot force it.

Faux antiquing will never be Wabi-Sabi, nor will finding an old stick on the road and hanging light bulbs off of it to make a chandelier. Half painted walls and unfinished furniture are not rendered beautiful because they are imperfect and will never be Wabi-Sabi.

On the other hand, a beautiful handmade vase filled with a single flower may be Wabi-Sabi. The vase is an empty vessel open to possibility, and the flower is an object of natural beauty that is on its journey between first bud to inevitable decay.

Thank You Green Living for this interesting article; http://www.care2.com/greenliving/what-is-wabi-sabi.html#ixzz1XjCPh7co

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I am your person

Are you somebody’s person? Is there someone you constantly look out for, care for, inspire and support?  Someone you will stand by no matter what.  Any idea what this means to an individual?  How much confidence and  self-love this generates?

There is this one scene in Grey’s Anatomy where Meredith and Yang sits on the hospital floor – long dramatic story short; Yang says to Meredith “I am your person”.  Never in my life I have heard such a powerful statement.  I sob every time I look at this extract – and that’s rather often as I am a sucker for over the board stuff!   Meredith’s face lightens up as she realises that she is not alone.  Everything suddenly seems more in perspective.

When last did you reassure someone that he or she is not alone?  Choose someone to care for.  Somebody whose person you can be.  Remember, all these beautiful words ie. love, care, etc, are verbs.  Live these emotions.  Make them tangible.  You will add so much value to another special Godly being on this earth.  And after all, that is why we are here; To Serve!

be creative - no one is looking!

I am fortunate enough to be someone’s muse.  I have a person.  This makes me feel richer and stronger than any money, jewels or fame can ever buy.  Because I have ‘a person’, I can be the person I was born to be.  I know I am good enough.

Do not wash your hands too often...

Because I am a muse I can create magic.  I can draw pretty pictures, I can shape clay into perfect or not so perfect vases and bowls.  I can plant and bake and be a beautiful mother to my ever so perfect kids. ‘Cause I am somebody’s person.

paint and paint some more...

I can dance in my lounge to sixties music, wearing scruffy jeans and a 5year old Mr. Price t-shirt and still feel O so very sexy! ‘Cause I am somebody’s person.

I can neglect the house and not sweep for days but still feel like the most precious princess, ’cause I am somebody’s person.

Go on, Tell someone that you are His/Her Person.  That she/he is your Muse.  Magical things will follow.  Everybody wants to be somebody and you have the power to make this happen!  (Hell now I sound like D. Phill!!)

I expect replies on this post of mine!!!

Love you all, Really!

xxx

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