Talking about fish................ well there is a jolly good reason why the Fish River in so named. Have a look at the photo Kate took of the local fishermen who regularly catch fish in the river and sell them. Not only are those living at the coast are lucky enough to go fishing!
Our guests were introduced to our lamb who started off life as ‘Snowy’, then became ‘Hansie’ and was called ‘Shaun’ by our little visitors. Shaun (Shorn).......what an appropriate name for a sheep!!!
He is a Xhosa speaking (bleating?) sheep and responds to his “Dad” Vellie whom he loves and vice versa.
A sad update on my darling chicks – their wonderful mother died a few days ago – cause unknown. We noticed her getting weaker and weaker over two days and less mobile and despite our valiant efforts to feed her and give her a boost, she expired, much to my sadness. I did tell her repeatedly that she was a good and brave and kind mother, so hopefully she went off feeling good about herself! I must be getting soft in the head!? But she taught me quite a lot about matching, hatching and finally dispatching - a patient and fiercely protective mother. And, considerately, she waited until her chicks were able to take care of themselves – poor little orphans!
1 packet Tennis Biscuits
1 tin Condensed milk
1 small tin Crushed pineapple (440gr)
1/3 cup Lemon juice
· Make custard, medium thickness
· Put a layer of Tennis Biscuits in a large glass dish
· Pour over hot custard and repeat with another layer of biscuits and custard
· Beat condensed milk with lemon juice and fold in pineapple
· Pour over top of base
· Decorate with dollops of whipped cream and crushed biscuits or as desired
This makes a large pudding and is lovely on its own or served with ice cream
Take care – from a sunny and bloomingly beautiful Karoo.