Feeding 10 + Mango-Jalapeño salsa

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My day starts less than momentously, when I wake up to my father dressed in workout clothes, chuckling and shaking my shoulder saying,”wake up! Your mum told me to go wake the lazy girl up!”.
I snort and roll , arms waving frantically, trapped under the tangle of blankets and reach for my phone.
I can’t see the numbers on the screen.
I close my eyes and drift back into sleep.
I wake up to the barking of my dogs. I grab my phone again, and this time, it reads 10:30.
I head downstairs, my feet cold on the wooden stairs and into the kitchen. There’s something in the oven
I grab some of the bread we baked last night and smear it with almond butter. 10:45.
I eat in a trance and think about the things I have planned for the day, when suddenly, the oven tings. I put on a cherry red glove and open the oven door, carefully pulling out a plain vanilla sponge cake from The Dalia Bakery Cookbook (my favourite).
My mum then bursts into the room, excitedly telling my about how the local butcher still had some pork chops left( a rarity, for at this hour, these no meat left, particularly not pork chops) and would I please go and get some for the party tonight?
I look down at my pyjamas and old t-shirt, and run my fingers through the birds nest on my head, pushing my granny glasses back on my nose.
I don’t get a chance to say anything as she shoves a couple of notes in my hand and says,”put on a pair of jeans and you’re good to go.”
So I do.
I get into the car and the AC is doing nothing to tone the sweltering heat down. Still clutching the money in my palm, I run to the butcher.
I ask for half a kg of pork chops. The woman next to me asks for a whole kg. After he hands me my half kg, I realise that it’s only 5 pieces and that it’s nearly not enough to feed the party of 10 that we would have over for dinner. I ask him for more, but he hands the last 10 pieces to the woman next to me, who smirking, walks away with the prize.
I am left standing there with a broken heart and 5 pork chops.

How dissapointing.
Anywho, once I get home, i decide to call for lamb chops from another shop to make up for the lack of pork.
Then, I get started on the minced lamb that is waiting for me near the kitchen sink, pouring in a glug of balsamic vinegar and sprinkling some salt on top.
We have lamb burgers for lunch.
For dinner, however, the plan’s very very different.
My parents decide to have friends over and as usual, I volunteer to cook.

The Menu:
Pork + Lamp chops in a Chinese inspired BBQ sauce
BBQ-ed prawns (same sauce)
Mango-Jalepeno salsa to go with the meat (and the tortilla chips heh)
Chicken fried rice
Pan Fried rice noodles
Chicken in sweet tomato ketchup sauce ( Chinese flavours and I know, it sounds disgusting. But don’t knock it till you try it!)

They all turned out really well but my favourite dish wasn’t really a dish but by far, the most delicious.
The mango salsa.
I’ll be the first to say it. I don’t particularly like mangoes.
Mango juice? No thanks, id rather eat my shoe.
However! This salsa really changed things for me. It’s sweet from the mangoes and spicy from the jalapeños with a little tangy kick from the lime juice. It’s super easy to throw together and makes for a great snack with tortilla chips.
Give it a try!

Jalapeño-mango salsa
Serves 5
4 mangoes ( ripe but firm) cut into tiny cubes
1 tbsp cilantro, finely chopped
2 tbsp lime juice, freshly squeezed
4 tbsp finely chopped jalapeños (add more if desired. We liked it hot and added 2 tbsp more!)

Combine all ingredients in a bowl and mix. Refrigerate but be sure to bring it to room temperate before serving. Serve with tortilla chips or meat, like pork chops

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Wreck this journal -Week One

So, I’ve been having something of a little creativity issue
Not just in my writing (which has been redundant, my journal is empty save for doodles and things I’ve scratched out) but also, in my life.

A couple of months back, I saw someone instagram Keri Smith’s Wreck this journal and the said person went on and on about how fabulous it was.
Although, her book was in very good shape (I felt like I needed to mention that since the whole point is to “wreck” the book)
It didn’t take me long to get curious and one thing led to another and before I knew it I was about to pay 30 dollars for a book that I would eventually destroy.

Uhh what was I doing?

Which is when, miraculously, I came to my senses and I decided not to buy the book. But after reading reviews and a which visit to Smith’s website, I really wanted a journal to wreck.
I tried doing some destructive things to an old notebook of mine but it in no way helped my creatively.
All I got was a lot of paper cuts.
I later realised that the journal I ruined had my bucket list in it. As usual, I didn’t have a copy.
(Who makes copies of bucket lists anyway!?)

Anywho,
Because I have a tendency to leave things halfway (see Eating the city)
I’ve decided to document my progress with the Wreck this journal, week after week, until I finish my project.
So here we have it:
Week One + some eye candy for ya(spot the odd one)*

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*incase you couldn’t, it’s the burger

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places I’ve been

A little over 12 days ago, I went to Belgium as part of the EUMIND program. I was hosted by two families, each for 5 days and at first, I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.

Oh boy. I’ve never been so wrong.

In the next ten days, followed an experience that can never be replicated. I formed friendships I didn’t think I could in 10 days and when we left, I felt heartache that I never thought I would feel.
Afterall, it was only ten days.
I felt so at home, in the homes of these people who were so new to me, even staying in a culture so different to me, I felt so comfortable.
I found the people hospitable beyond belief, caring and kind. They took care of me like I was a part of their family, and never was my being there unnoticed.

Sometimes the speaking was a problem, for we didn’t speak the same languages but communication was never a problem. Sounds weird, I know. What we couldn’t say with words, we said with gestures. If a certain conversation took place in Dutch, someone translated for me. Always.
But there was never a moment of awkwardness.
I learnt so much on the trip. I learnt about their culture, their country, the way they life and the way they talk.
I learnt about school, about how they travel and what they like to do in their free time. But above all, I learnt that no matter where we live, we’re not all that different

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