Sweet treats and sad crabs

Wow, you guys. The pressure! Last week’s blog post on the ghostie/gremlin/smudge caught on camera was my most viewed yet in almost 3 years of posting about our “weekend, holiday and special event” goings-on. Mainly because all my colleagues got involved in trying to solve the mystery. T’was riveting.

But alas, last weekend I didn’t get to hone my Nancy Drew, Mythbuster or Supernatural skills, so today I’m just going to show you some photos of the lovely (ahem, SWEET) food we ate, along with a few other heart-warming snaps.

But that doesn’t mean this post is boring – not by a long shot! For example, when last did you have a mainly chocolate breakfast?! See a little further below…

It actually all started on Friday, when my mom and dad popped in with this variety of cream puffs we call 'birdie cakes' as they're just like a certain delectable swan-shaped choux pastry confection that I used to love as a little girl

It actually all started on Friday, when my mom and dad popped in with this variety of cream puffs we call ‘birdie cakes’ as they’re just like a certain delectable swan-shaped choux pastry confection shaped like a swan that I used to love as a little girl

Saturday, 12 July 2014: Chocolate overload at Rococoa and meet the saddest crab shell you’ll ever see

You guys. If you love chocolate and you’re in the Western Cape, get yourself down to Rococoa in Woodstock’s Palms Centre. Stat! It’s a warm wonderland where you can marvel at all sorts of goodies being made right before your eyes, walk through the history of all manner of cocoa-ey things, have a beer-and-chocolate pairing… the list goes on! Click on the link above to find out more. And as you’ll see below, the French toast is a new contender in my ‘best French toast’ findings and as for the hot chocolate, DING DING give them a prize, they win! :)

Now THAT is a hot chocolate! Frothed hot milk in a glass that's had melted chocolate dribbled down the sides - your choice of milk or dark - just perfect once you've swished it all together with your spoon

Now THAT is a hot chocolate! Frothed hot milk in a glass that’s had melted chocolate dribbled down the sides – your choice of milk or dark – just perfect once you’ve swished it all together with your spoon

Not as much of a chocolate fan, Husband was happy with his 'Two-two' special - 2 eggs, 2 rashers of bacon, 2 slices of toast, R22

Not as much of a chocolate fan, Husband was happy with his ‘Two-two’ special – 2 eggs, 2 rashers of bacon, 2 slices of toast, R22

But that's not the only way to eat bacon. Look at THIS French toast! Just look at it! Grilled banana, bits of bacon and more melted chocolate on top.

But that’s not the only way to eat bacon. Look at THIS French toast! Just look at it! Grilled banana, bits of bacon and more melted chocolate on top.

Yes, I did eat every bacony-chocolatey mouthful

Yes, I did eat every bacony-chocolatey mouthful

As Husband's breakfast wasn't as filling as mine, he had a plate from the Harvest Table at La Cuccina in Hout Bay a few hours later. I did not.

As Husband’s breakfast wasn’t as filling as mine, he had a plate from the Harvest Table at La Cuccina in Hout Bay a few hours later. I did not.

Husband found a sad crab shell on the beach at Hout Bay when we tried to walk off our bulging bellies. All we had at the end of it was frozen toes - bellies still bulged, alas

Husband found a sad crab shell on the beach at Hout Bay when we tried to walk off our bulging bellies. All we had at the end of it was frozen toes – bellies still bulged, alas

Bertie looks very pleased with himself in this one, when we had a nap later that afternoon. He'd just licked Bassie's ear, which she hates him doing

Bertie looks very pleased with himself in this one, when we had a nap later that afternoon. He’d just licked Bassie’s ear, which she hates him doing

Ahem. So full was I still from my chocolatey breakfast that this is what I had for supper - an Oreo McFlurry and 3/4 of Husband's caramel one

Ahem. So full was I still from my chocolatey breakfast that this is what I had for supper – an Oreo McFlurry and 3/4 of Husband’s caramel one

Sunday, 13 July 2014 – Husband shows you how to eat a Mochachos burger

On Sunday, Husband decided to show us how to eat a Mochachos Extra Hot burger (Dynamite strength is only for visiting a new branch for the first time, he explains - rather take it easy with the softer-on-the-palate Extra Hot option)

On Sunday, Husband decided to show us how to eat a Mochachos Extra Hot burger (Dynamite strength is only for visiting a new branch for the first time, he explains – rather take it easy with the softer-on-the-palate Extra Hot option)

First you psych yourself up...

First you psych yourself up…

Then you dive right in!

Then you dive right in!

As the chicken burger reset our almost-at-the-limit sweet-teeth, we had homemade waffles with banana and syrup and coffee that afternoon at Mum's

As the chicken burger reset our almost-at-the-limit sweet-teeth, we had homemade waffles with banana and syrup and coffee that afternoon at Mum’s

Bertie watched a show about dogs while covered in a blanket at Granny's house

Bertie watched a show about dogs while covered in a blanket at Granny’s house

Bassie preferred to wrap herself in another blanket while lying on another blanket for a nap. She did close her eyes to nap. Promise

Bassie preferred to wrap herself in another blanket while lying on another blanket for a nap. She did close her eyes to nap. Promise

Monday, 14 July 2014: Sunset gazing during my evening commute

Y’all know I rely on the MyCiti bus service to get to and from home (and to explore other undiscovered areas with Husband). Here’s some of the eye-pleasing scenery… (yes I took these photos through a bus window on my non-S4 Samsung phone so am pretty chuffed with the results, even if you don’t see the lilac and pink sky streaks that I did)…

Got to watch this glorious sunset while passing Woodbridge Island on the bus home on Monday

Got to watch this glorious sunset while passing Woodbridge Island on the bus home on Monday

Beautiful!

Beautiful!

This week’s been difficult to say the least, so I am looking very forward to next weekend – will be sure to keep you updated! :)

Introducing the ghost of Blouberg beachfront

Everybody loves a good ghost story, especially if you’re huddled around a roaring campfire. Not near a set of twigs and flint? Oh well, the light from your laptop screen will have to do. Here goes…

None of the research I’ve conducted into ‘Cape Town ghosts’ shows that there’s been a sighting in the Table View/Blouberg area yet, though there was a ghost ship spotted close by in Milnerton (click here to find out more) – so I conclude that the lack of evidence must just mean I have super strong ghost sensing skills.

See, last Saturday Husband woke with a rumbling tum, of the ‘must have a buffet breakfast’ variety. Luckily we have one such option just a few minutes from home, at Doodles on Blouberg Beach. So we set off to Doodles, filled out plates, took a few foodie shots as per usual, and left.

It was only on scrolling through the photos we’d taken much later in the afternoon that I noted the ‘ghost’ – Husband thinks it’s a trick of the eye or camera, I’m not so sure.

Here’s the view from Doodles – see pretty rainbow?

Gloomy sky when we sat at Doodles

Gloomy sky when we sat at Doodles

Then here we see the ghostie. He/she’s actually in the first photo too, look again…

Aah, lovely rainbow... then your eyes are drawn to the funny ghostie figure. What IS that? Husband's convinced it's the reflection of something behind us but the section of Doodles we sat in was empty apart from us...

Aah, lovely rainbow… then your eyes are drawn to the funny ghostie figure. What IS that? Husband’s convinced it’s the reflection of something behind us but the section of Doodles we sat in was empty apart from us…

Enlarged for your horror…

See? It's like a gremlin/ghoul thing with its arms raised above its head

See? It’s like a gremlin/ghoul thing with its arms raised above its head

If you do have another explanation, please share in the comments section below! This is what the rest of breakfast looked like:

First course - cappuccino and crunchy muesli cereal things with yoghurt

First course – cappuccino and crunchy muesli cereal things with yoghurt

Second course - toast with scrammlies, bacon and warmed crumpets. The wetness on plate is neither steam nor tears of happiness but instead rain as our enclosed eating section was nowhere near the buffet plating section.

Second course – toast with scrammlies, bacon and warmed crumpets. The wetness on plate is neither steam nor tears of happiness but instead rain as our enclosed eating section was nowhere near the buffet plating section.

Tummy full, my ghost-sensing brain wasn’t satisfied so later that afternoon we drove slowly past the ‘no entry’ sign where we’d first seen the ghostie but it was nowhere to be seen. And seeing as we were in the area, we had a mini-adventure in Big Bay, with drinks at Saints Burgers in Eden on the Bay (the burgers do look delectable – click here for the menu – so I’m sure we’ll be back to try them when we’re feeling more flush with cash!), followed by experimenting with the big yellow ‘National Geographic’ photo frame just in front of it.

Trying a chocolate cookie shake at Saints, Eden on the Bay. So delicious, like an Oreo McFlurry mixed with chocolate ice cream. Plus they gave me a tartan blanket (which you can just see - the white and grey one clashing fashionably with my purple tartan scarf) to keep toasty

Trying a chocolate cookie shake at Saints, Eden on the Bay. So delicious, like an Oreo McFlurry mixed with chocolate ice cream. Plus they gave me a tartan blanket (which you can just see – the white and grey one clashing fashionably with my purple tartan scarf) to keep toasty

Of course Husband tried a beer instead. He enjoyed his Jack Black

Of course Husband tried a beer instead. He enjoyed his Jack Black

Tada! Result of the Nat Geo photo frame: Winter-me in front of the mountain (Winter me is quite different to Summer me)

Tada! Result of the Nat Geo photo frame: Winter-me in front of the mountain (Winter me is quite different to Summer me)

This is how it was taken

This is how it was taken

And of course we ate even more the next day, especially as it was time for the monthly lunch buffet at the Italian Cub in Milnerton. You’re just not Italian if lunch isn’t a three-hour long affair (I am a quarter Italian so this was my ideal lunch)…

Coffee shake at the Italian Club

Coffee shake at the Italian Club

Mum, dad and me waiting for the starters to be declared ready for consumption at the Italian Club

Mum, dad and me waiting for the starters to be declared ready for consumption at the Italian Club

We took many versions of this selfie, but this is my favourite - yes, while waiting for the go ahead to queue for yummy Italian food

We took many versions of this selfie, but this is my favourite – yes, while waiting for the go ahead to queue for yummy Italian food

Mmmm delicious pasta. This was between the cheesy starters and meaty main course.

Mmmm delicious pasta. This was between the cheesy starters and meaty main course.

Dessert! If you know me, you know I love dessert. This was my first bowlfull

Dessert! If you know me, you know I love dessert. This was my first bowlfull

Even more sweet treats going down the gullet

Even more sweet treats going down the gullet

Nom nom nom!

Nom nom nom!

That’s all for now, folks – let me know your thoughts on the ghostly snap, and click here to read the ‘ghostly’ short story I wrote many moons ago – it’s not scary at all, I promise :).

Landlubbers celebrating the great Cape outdoors by boat, foot and bus

Ahoy, me mateys! :) Yes, I’ve turned to Pirate Speak. Argh. Shiver me timbers (Alas, that’s all the Pirate Speak I know. If you have a few more catch phrases up your sleeve, please share with me so I can impress others when next I have a parrot on my shoulder.)

The reason for my twist to all things sea-wordy is because we were sea-worthy this past weekend. See, Husband has decided he is a budding fisherman. As such, we renewed his fishing licence (you can do so at your local Post Office), stocked up the inflatable boat with all sorts of fishing apparel (poles, boxes, hats, hooks, soggy bread and the like) and headed out to the open waters just in front of the Blue Peter in Big Bay. Because we do love to be beside the seaside. See below.

Rowing us out into the deep blue (grey) sea! Note how wet his shirt is, and also dimple that only shows when Very Happy

Rowing us out into the deep blue (grey) sea! Note how wet his shirt is, and also dimple that only shows when Very Happy

I was there too - smiling, but cold and wet. Note wooly hat and shiny arm - that's because I was completely drenched

I was there too – smiling, but cold and wet. Note wooly hat and shiny arm – that’s because I was completely drenched

This is the life: Fishing! On the sea! We only caught more sea this time, alas

This is the life: Fishing! On the sea! We only caught more sea this time, alas

But the fun didn’t end there, oh no. We also took the doggies for a lovely long walk (bark in the park) in the marshy wonderland they’d not yet explored near McPhersons of the ‘Sunday lunch special’ I recently wrote about:

Very Excited doggies exploring at McPherson's. Note how each is wanting to go in a different direction.

Very Excited doggies exploring at McPherson’s. Note how each is wanting to go in a different direction.

Wild lilies grow along the edges

Wild lilies grow along the edges

Sweet little dog and I happy to be out and about. Am wearing wellies to keep feet dry.She's happy hers are very muddy

Sweet little dog and I happy to be out and about. Am wearing wellies to keep feet dry. She’s happy hers are very muddy

Then, just so I don’t disappoint all the foodie fanatics asking “Where are my weekly food pics?”, here you go: we bussed into town on Sunday morning and had a fancy brunch at Kloof Street House on Sunday. Not cheap by a long shot but worth most of the pennies as it’s a rather unusual venue with lots of nooks and crannies to explore while you wait for your gastronomic extravaganza to appear…

Such pretty, quirky outdoor furniture at Kloof Street House

Such pretty, quirky outdoor furniture at Kloof Street House

Charming entrance to Kloof Street House

Charming entrance to Kloof Street House

Excuse the frizzy hair, focus on the gorgeous Eggs Benedict with parma ham on a Hollandaise-sauce coloured plate. Mmm!

Excuse the frizzy hair, focus on the gorgeous Eggs Benedict with parma ham on a Hollandaise-sauce coloured plate. Mmm!

Yay brunch! Hidden under the mound of rocket was a delicious prawn, chilli and avo omelette

Yay brunch! Hidden under the mound of rocket was a delicious prawn, chilli and avo omelette

And of course that’s not even half of how we spent the weekend. We also napped with the doggies, watched some big bikes going around the track at Killarney Race track and snacked on imported goods from the UK Emporium. Amongst other things…

Bertie napping with his dad

Bertie napping with his dad

Watching the bikes zoom around the track at Killarney - this greenie was the winner of the race we watched

Watching the bikes zoom around the track at Killarney – this greenie was the winner of the race we watched

My favourite weekend treat - Vanilla Coke and Millionaire's Shortbread Wonka Bar

My favourite weekend treat – Vanilla Coke and Millionaire’s Shortbread Wonka Bar

Looks like this weekend’s set to be another cold one so keep warm, kids!

Letting Cape Town’s best kept secret out the bag…

When you first mention that you live in/are moving to the Western Cape, folk-not-from-these-parts treat you with suspicion. They’ll always end a grudging comment on the sunny summers with something along the lines of “But the winters? No thanks. The wind howls and it doesn’t stop raining for months and months and months…”

Truth is, they’re wrong. I’ve only lived in Cape Town a few fingers’ and toes’ worth of months now but I know Capetonians are excellent secret-keepers. Because the ‘months and months and months’ of solid rain and howling wind those folk from ‘Up North’ speak of? It’s more like a few days here and there. Broken by days of the most wondrous blue skies, sparkling seas and light breezes of excitement and hope that blow away any grey-thought cobwebs still hanging around.

This past weekend was one such weekend. The kind you think of when you hear the lyrics to ‘June Afternoon’ by Roxette (that’s pretty old school, I know). It was the “Wah wah, here comes the sun, playing in the park, never getting dark…” kind, with the magical sunset glow adding a special filter to everything. (I wasn’t the only one to think so – click here for proof).

And of course, this winter wonderland is when all the whimsical ‘winter specials’ come into play that are long forgotten when the December hoards grace our lovely seaside towns - when it comes to Blouberg beachfront alone there’s two for 1 sushi and more on offer at Catch22half-price pizza all day on Monday at Col Cacchios in Big Bay (click here for a reminder of how much I love this special)… and the list goes on, stretching as far afield as Stellenbosch if you’re so inclined.

And so, frolic in the winter sunshine we did. You’ll see there’s a natural sunny ‘haze’ in most of these photos, that’s what I’m talking about – sometimes a picture really is better than a thousand words when describing something.

Sun-dappled head of my dear, sweet girl in the car on the way to the beach

Sun-dappled head of my dear, sweet girl in the car on the way to the beach

Doggies running up the beach path ahead of their dad

Doggies running up the beach path ahead of their dad

And run they did! If you squinch up your eyes you can JUST make out a little doggy-shaped dot on either side of hubby in this sunny shot

And run they did! If you squinch up your eyes you can JUST make out a little doggy-shaped dot on either side of hubby in this sunny shot

Bassie baby noticed I hadn't kept up the frantic jog so turned back to keep me company

Bassie baby noticed I hadn’t kept up the frantic jog so turned back to keep me company

Later that day - a beer on the sun-drenched patio of the Big Barrel pub at Mountain View Farm, while the crowds cheered on SA vs. Wales rugby inside

Later that day – a beer on the sun-drenched patio of the Big Barrel pub at Mountain View Farm, while the crowds cheered on SA vs. Wales rugby inside

Later still - soaking up more sunshine at the lovely outdoor eating bit of our local Food Lover's Market in Sunningdale - had a delicious nut-brittle type slice of cheese cake and pot of spicy cinnamon tea. Divine weekend treat.

Later still – soaking up more sunshine at the lovely outdoor eating bit of our local Food Lover’s Market in Sunningdale – had a delicious nut-brittle type slice of cheese cake and pot of spicy cinnamon tea. Divine weekend treat.

Even the plain white teapot was positively glowing with sunny goodness - probably because of the hot liquid sunshine it held. Silken teabags are always a win

Even the plain white teapot was positively glowing with sunny goodness – probably because of the hot liquid sunshine it held. Silken teabags are always a win

Sunday dawned even warmer than Saturday, if possible - here is the friendly local cat at McPherson's Garden Centre, where we tried out the Sunday lunch special

Sunday dawned even warmer than Saturday, if possible – here is the friendly local cat at McPherson’s Garden Centre, where we tried out the Sunday lunch special

Not sure of his real name, but I've named the cat 'Furry McPherson' because he lives at McPhersons :) He reluctantly hopped off the bench when our food arrived

Not sure of his real name, but I’ve named the cat ‘Furry McPherson’ because he lives at McPhersons :) He reluctantly hopped off the bench when our food arrived

See what a wonderful view we had? Hard not to relax when there's such a picturesque sight on offer

See what a wonderful view we had? Hard not to relax when there’s such a picturesque sight on offer

And then the food came! I am always at my most excited in food pics - this plate of 3 meats, rice and veg was R59, but that's not all...

And then the food came! I am always at my most excited in food pics – this plate of 3 meats, rice and veg was R59, but that’s not all…

The price also included this tasty block of malva pudding and creamy vanilla ice-cream drenched in custard. Tabasco sauce an optional extra

The price also included this tasty block of malva pudding and creamy vanilla ice-cream drenched in custard. Tabasco sauce an optional extra

Bassie sat proudly on her Grampa's knee that afternoon as they told each other about their recent walks

Bassie sat proudly on her Grampa’s knee that afternoon as they told each other about their recent walks

And later still we collected coal from the beach. Yip, that's genuine coal washed up with all the mussel shells, perfect in the fireplace... makes the house smell like a steam-train

And later still we collected coal from the beach. Yip, that’s genuine coal washed up with all the mussel shells, perfect in the fireplace… makes the house smell like a steam-train

A very curious seagull followed me along the beach as I added more coal to our collection

A very curious seagull followed me along the beach as I added more coal to our collection

See? Winter in Cape Town’s really not about gloomy grey skies and rainy moods. Well, not all the time.

Father’s Day 2014: Birdy breakfasts, baked camembert and Godzilla

I think it was AA Milne’s Winnie The Pooh books that first introduced me to the technique of capitalising non-naming words (especially if ‘Very’ is involved) for emphasis. And it’s time to put those sad capitals that lie around waiting for the beginning of a sentence or an important person to show up to use, as it’s been a Very Busy Week.

But finally I’ve squeezed in time to blog about last weekend. It was a wonderful one all round as it encompassed Father’s Day and the Youth Day public holiday, so we had three days of relaxing, resting and relishing good food while the weather stayed wet and blustery. We even put to use the lovely big camembert cheese wheel my minion recently gifted me with. Yay! As if that’s not enough, Husband took off the two days leading up to the long weekend, so he actually had a jealousy-inducing five-day stretch off of work.

And jealousy-inducing things he/we did. Here are a few of my favourites…

First up - a dog walk on the beach. Little Bassie looks even smaller roaming an empty beach. She steers clear of the water

First up – a dog walk on the beach. Little Bassie looks even smaller roaming an empty beach. She steers clear of the water

Bertiekins, on the other hand, must have 'Adult Supervision' at all times as he gets Very Excited. Here he is seeing the sea

Bertiekins, on the other hand, must have ‘Adult Supervision’ at all times as he gets Very Excited. Here he is seeing the sea

And a few minutes later he was in it. As one does, if one is a dog.

And a few minutes later he was in it. As one does, if one is a dog.

With the dogs walked and safely deposited back home, Husband met my parents for lunch at Col Cacchio in Big Bay, which has a half-price pizza lunchtime special. I was such a jealousy custard that he promised to take me there on Monday. And also got me 'Chirese' take aways for dins that night. Chirese being how you say 'Chinese' with a Chinese accent, of course.

With the dogs walked and safely deposited back home, Husband met my parents for lunch at Col Cacchio in Big Bay, which has a half-price pizza lunchtime special. I was such a jealousy custard that he promised to take me there on Monday. And also got me ‘Chirese’ take aways for dins that night. Chirese being how you say ‘Chinese’ with a Chinese accent, of course.

We ventured out in the rain on Saturday between admin type chores for breakfast at  McPhersons garden centre. The weather was foul/'fowl'. Aptly, here is a chicken contemplating new pots for his/her garden

We ventured out in the rain on Saturday between admin type chores for breakfast at McPhersons garden centre. The weather was foul/’fowl’. Aptly, here is a chicken contemplating new pots for his/her garden

More birdies! These curious geese stuck outside in the rain were Very Interested in us and kept tapping their beaks against the window to attract our attention

More birdies! These curious geese stuck outside in the rain were Very Interested in us and kept tapping their beaks against the window to attract our attention

Finally able to join in the long weekend festivities, this is me Very Excited about my toasted bacon, feta and avo with wedges at McPherson's on Saturday morning

Finally able to join in the long weekend festivities, this is me Very Excited about my toasted bacon, feta and avo with wedges at McPherson’s on Saturday morning

And the birdy theme even continued after breakfast. Husband saw this lilac balloon owlie and next thing it was mine. It is watching me type this, asking 'Who, who?' (Not really but it would if it could)

And the birdy theme even continued after breakfast. Husband saw this lilac balloon owlie and next thing it was mine. It is watching me type this, asking ‘Who, who?’ (Not really but it would if it could)

Husband having a much-needed banana milkshake (large) at Wimpy Bayside later that day

Husband having a much-needed banana milkshake (large) at Wimpy Bayside later that day

Bassie baby neatly munching her rib bones from Granny on Sunday

Bassie baby neatly munching her rib bones from Granny on Sunday

Bertie boy making more of a mess with his - he likes to remove each one from the bowl and eat it off the floor

Bertie boy making more of a mess with his – he likes to remove each one from the bowl and eat it off the floor

The girls having Father's Day brunch - me, mum and Bassie in this photo in front of my Wall of Weird, with some of the brunch we munched

The girls having Father’s Day brunch – me, mum and Bassie in this photo in front of my Wall of Weird, with some of the brunch we munched

Baked camembert with figs, syrup, crushed Crunchie and toasted nuts. Quite spectacular

Baked camembert with figs, syrup, crushed Crunchie and toasted nuts. Quite spectacular

Bertie snuggled between his bescarfed granny and mom

Bertie snuggled between his bescarfed granny and mom

Me with the nicest, kindest, sweetest dad a girl could ask for.

Me with the nicest, kindest, sweetest dad a girl could ask for.

Husband getting cuddles from his own little girl

Husband getting cuddles from his own little girl

Monday! Promise fulfilled! Husband took me to Col Cacchio - that's a Very Delicious Bar One milkshake

Monday! Promise fulfilled! Husband took me to Col Cacchio – that’s a Very Delicious Bar One milkshake

Pizzas! Husband had a half-half effort (ribs on one half, butter chicken on the other) while mine was my favourite, Nacho Libre - jerk chicken, avo (well, guacamole really) and sour cream.

Pizzas! Husband had a half-half effort (ribs on one half, butter chicken on the other) while mine was my favourite, Nacho Libre – jerk chicken, avo (well, guacamole really) and sour cream.

As a belated Father's Day present, grubby puppy coins paid for us to watch Godzilla at the cinemas. Here is Husband examining the Transformers scary poster thing and looking suitably, um, scared.

As a belated Father’s Day present, grubby puppy coins paid for us to watch Godzilla at the cinemas. Here is Husband examining the Transformers scary poster thing and looking suitably, um, scared.

That’s all for now, folks – next weekend is so close you can almost smell it. As Winnie the Poor would say, that’s Very Good indeed. :)

Going back to comfort food to beat the winter chill

Ah Cape Town. Most locals know that the beautiful, steamy November-to-March months of solid summer sunshine are followed by months of wet, grey winter. The kind where you dream of steam and can’t get enough of it from long soaks in the tub and an endless supply of coffee cups filled to the brim. That would explain why the view from my office window, which normally looks like this – magically sunny and ‘get outside’ inspiring:

Sunny view of CBD and Table Mountain

Sunny view of CBD and Table Mountain

Has been more like this for the past few weeks:

Overcast and drizzly - that's rain, not tears on the glass

Overcast and drizzly – that’s rain, not tears on the glass

Or worse, like this:

View completely morphed by rain

View completely morphed by rain

Some days it rains, some days it pours. Most days the wind is so bitterly cold that your eyeballs ache and your nose zings each time you venture out (Note: Having your nose sing is different to having your nose zing. The former is amusing. The latter, not so much.)

And so, we’ve not been out and about trying many new things of late. Instead, it’s comfort that appeals – the comfort of going back to a treasured memory or a tummy-filling meal that you know will do well again and again.

Popcorn weather! Using an owlie salt shaker! Happy to finally be home and dry...

Popcorn weather! Using an owlie salt shaker! Happy to finally be home and dry…

That’s why last weekend, instead of trying anywhere new, we revisited a few of our local favourites, namely Inside, the intriguing Indian bistro/cocktail bar/sports lounge in Eden on the Bay where we had one of the best value-for-money breakfasts a few weeks ago, as well as the Brazen Head Irish pub, at Seaside Village. Both in Big Bay, both on the same day. Yes we did. 

Here’s breakfast at Inside…

I didn't properly document the meal last time - here we go with big bowl of yoghurt and honey to start, as well as glass of Coca Cola, flute of orange juice and pot of tea...

I didn’t properly document the meal last time – here we go with big bowl of yoghurt and honey to start, as well as glass of Coca Cola, flute of orange juice and pot of tea…

Nonchalantly sipping on one's breakfast Coke, as one does. This is the rest of the meal - all this AND everything in previous photo came to less than R80. For realsies. Pick your jaw up off the floor.

Nonchalantly sipping on one’s breakfast Coke, as one does. This is the rest of the meal – all this AND everything in previous photo came to less than R80. For realsies. Pick your jaw up off the floor.

This is lunch at the Brazen Head with mum and dad…

We were so full from our breakfast still that Hubby was happy with the cheesy snails starter and a Castle Draught to wash it down

We were so full from our breakfast still that Hubby was happy with the cheesy snails starter and a Castle Draught to wash it down

Dad was very pleased with his freshly made snake and pygmy pie (OK OK, it was steak and kidney) and handful of chips

Dad was very pleased with his freshly made snake and pygmy pie (OK OK, it was steak and kidney) and handful of chips

Mom and I shared these wonderful vege side orders - she didn't have the super large breakfast I did but had been very ill with ear infection/dizziness for a fortnight, so dry food was the order of the day. And these were delicious! Crumbed mushrooms, delicate sweet butternut and garlicky spinach. Mmm

Mom and I shared these wonderful vege side orders – she didn’t have the super large breakfast I did but had been very ill with ear infection/dizziness for a fortnight, so dry food was the order of the day. And these were delicious! Crumbed mushrooms, delicate sweet butternut and garlicky spinach. Mmm

And the deliciousness continued the following day, when a fried-food craving hit so we went to Ilha at Woodbridge Island for this lovely meal…

That's an iced coffee/coffee shake in front of me, three large feta-and-bacon stuffed jalapeno poppers with sweet chilli dipping sauce, and a basket of prawn tempura and chips. Not pictured - Hubby and his Castle Draught. Apologies to man at next table pondering his newspaper

That’s an iced coffee/coffee shake in front of me, three large feta-and-bacon stuffed jalapeno poppers with sweet chilli dipping sauce, and a basket of prawn tempura and chips. Not pictured – Hubby and his Castle Draught. Apologies to man at next table pondering his newspaper

That’s all, folks… I sense more comfort food coming my way as the temperature’s set to drop further, so watch this space for more!

Supporting the local rugby scene… surprisingly

I’m not really sports-inclined. This is ‘funny strange’, not ‘funny haha’, as my workday is filled with curating, editing and publishing sport news. But in my personal life? Not so much.

I was never the top athlete at school, in primary school the closest I came to it was attending a few gymnastics classes at the local recreation centre – I was young enough to think it was called ‘gym-elastics’. Then in high school, where sporting is expected of you, I was one of the herd of hockey bokkies and shooting enthusiasts when forced to pick a sport (those tight shooting jackets that keep the rifle close to your body are something else!) and a ‘social tennis’ player… meaning we were not on set teams or even coached in any way. Rather, we walked down to the tennis grounds twice a week and lobbed a ball over the net at our friends before buying those Take 5 sachets of frozen orange juice from the tuckshop.

So it’s always surprising to me and those around me when I take an interest in sport. There was the short-lived jogging stint when we lived on Jozi’s West Rand a few years back, the hiking phase when we first moved to Cape Town, and numerous attempts by hubby at getting me into exercise through the Xbox Kinect – I enjoyed the dance games the best though, attempting log slalom race things in your own lounge with dogs hopping about is just asking for injury.

But then there are live sport matches. That’s a different story altogether. Live sport, I love.

Some of my fondest memories are of watching the Highveld Lions devour their T20 opponents at Wanderers while doing the Mexican wave, singing along loudly to whatever music was being played, due to the inherent excitement of the short format of the game. And you can’t NOT watch on TV when the Bokke play any other team. Like this. And this.

That’s why this past weekend’s highlight was watching various teams from our local rugby league – Union Milnerton or ‘Uni Mil’, as their red socks so aptly dubbed them – defeat the travelling teams from Strand on home ground.

We didn’t even set out to do so, deciding on a whim to stop and check it out when we saw how packed the field was at the Theo Marais sportsground. The wind was nippy and I was JUST recovering from a cold but it was still jolly good fun. While there weren’t any wors roll stands as expected, a trestle table selling homemade Cape Malay delicacies like koe’susters, samosas and salomies did a roaring trade. So we ate, we drank, we cheered; we giggled at the reactions of the true fans around us (“Teckle TECKLE,” shouted the one old lady, “You’re playing kak,” said another, and “Smile, shit-head”, commented a tired player to one of his sour teammates as we walked back to the car.

All in all an enjoyable few hours – I’m sure we’ll be back. Seems my sporting calling was simply to be a cheerleader all along:

Watching the rugby! With a big storm brewing in the background!

Watching the rugby! With a big storm brewing in the background!

I even loaded the short video Husband took of the players getting a warm welcome onto Youtube for your viewing pleasure, click here to see it.

Can't watch rugby without a beer or two going down the gullet

Can’t watch rugby without a beer or two going down the gullet

So cold I had to make sure only littlest bits of face were exposed

So cold I had to make sure only littlest bits of face were exposed

Giggling at some of the comments from the fans watching around us

Giggling at some of the comments from the fans watching around us

Thick socks and pretty pumps were in order

Thick socks and pretty pumps were in order

Sort of selfie with the sky behind us

Sort of selfie with the sky behind us

Better shot of the pretty cloud-flocked sky

Better shot of the pretty cloud-flocked sky

Who knows what we’ll get up to next weekend… watch this space!