Where is Grammy?

Where is Grammy?

My mother visited us recently. And why I am writing about this is because it is such a big deal due to the fact that she traveled 24 hours and covered over 14000km to be with us. See, Grammy came all the way from the Mother City (Cape Town) to meet her granddaughter who was about to turn 2 months. Grammy stayed for 3 weeks and even Peanut knew something was different. The first morning after mum arrived, Peanut and I opened the door to the room where Grammy slept. I gave Peanut to my mom and could actually go take a morning shower!!! (Which for FTMs is a huge deal). Of course I quickly put mum to task on cooking my favourite dinners and making me Jungle Oats or Maltabella for breakfast. Now before anyone says anything along the lines of “She is supposed to...

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Soccer Fever hits my household

Soccer Fever hits my household

For those of you who don’t know me: I am a Green-Blooded South African! For those who are not sure what that mean: you need to know that those of us who have pledged our allegiance to the Green-Blooded Club, only support Rugby!!! Well…having said that, I have unintentionally found myself caught up in the most ridiculous game of “man-runs-after-ball-gets-kicked-in-shin-runs-crying-to-mommy”. When I met my (now) husband, we were living in a country where coming home safely and in one piece after driving on Sheikh Zayed Road was a sport all on its own. Never had I thought I would have to one day spend 90 minutes (and perhaps even overtime) of my life sitting in front of a screen watching a bunch of “pretty-boy” sissies chasing...

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Learn German, they said. It’ll be fun, they said

Learn German, they said. It’ll be fun, they said

Have you ever wanted to learn a new language? If yes, did you ever think of learning German? When I was in my teens, I had already picked up the traveling bug. I didn’t yet have my passport (no, this came at the tender age of 23 🙂 ), but I enjoyed our family vacations up the Garden Route and up the West Coast. I also knew that one day I would travel. And at the time it was always: Paris! Which of course made me think of learning French. Well, many years later, I find myself living in Germany and going to school 4 hours a day, 5 days a week – to learn German. Admittedly at the beginning it was certainly not by choice: if I had my way, I would sleep late, read, blog, sew, bake and watch Scandal all day. But as per my immigration status, I was enrolled,...

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What I miss most…

What I miss most…

I have been an expat for nearly 6 years – which is not too long compared to other expats, I know. But it has been quite a journey: traveling and living in a different city than the one I grew up in. The world has so much to offer in terms of culture and cuisine, yet one can’t help but miss things from our childhood or food items you grew up eating. If you ask my mother, she would tell you I hated stewed Sweet Potato and Custard for dessert growing up. Now that I am no longer living in Cape Town, I actually made it for dessert the other night. I first introduced hubby to Biltong (South Africa’s version of American Jerky – only LOADS better) when we were dating and he can’t get enough of the dried meat. Back in Dubai, one of the...

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The SaffieGerm

The SaffieGerm

So I have been living in Germany since November last year. And it was not an easy transition. Don’t get me wrong: I was really happy to leave Dubai (after 5 years over there, I kinda just got over it already). And I was looking forward to fresh air, green grass and trees, birds singing, buying alcohol in a grocery store (and drinking alcohol in the cinema!!!!). I was looking forward to ordering Pork off the menu at a restaurant without first having to check the website to see if they even serve Pork. What I was not prepared for was the cold, and the grey, and the red tape, and the old (or rather ancient) rules they have here. And I guess you could argue that you trade certain things in for other things, but when you are in that situation you really...

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Why I blog

Why I blog

Growing up, I always wrote. No matter what I wrote about, I always found myself with a pen in one hand and a fruit in the other. I loved reading. And this fueled my desire to write. And I still enjoy writing. I have one flaw though: I have absolutely no confidence to allow someone else to read what I write. To this day I’ve never really wanted to send manuscripts to Publishing Houses. I used to read the local magazines back in South Africa and every week there would be a two page short story from an unknown writer. And sometimes – just sometimes – a writer would be noticed and they would get a book deal and become a published writer. But I never had that desire to send my work in. I think the reason for that is mostly because I am my harshest...

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