We mentally compress our networks when we are harassed, bullied or being threatened by job loss. We close ourselves off, isolating ourselves, creating a huge blind spot where we can’t see our resources, allies and opportunities.
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Went to a fancy Stellenbosch restaurant for lunch with the Mr this past weekend and this is what I had.
- Interesting read on how running a cartel is similar to a legit business.
- Another premie story that also broke my heart but is so well written.
- Well documented studies that argue for mindful eating and some common blinders to look out for.
- Grown up milkshakes anyone?
- How we can learn to be more frugal from the poor.
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This year I fired the Mr from Valentines Day and decided to plan a three course in-house dinner for the both of us. #iSlayedV-Day. I totally did. I obviously took no pictures but below is the selected menu.
Warm winter greens with Ceasar dressing, smoked bacon and a poached egg.
Steak au Poivre, Creamy lentils with rosemary and tomatoes and sauteed rosemary and garlic potatoes.
Poached pear with lemon sorbet
I used Rachel Allen’s Entertaining at Home for inspiration.
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As discussed here, one of the ways to cut back on your food expenditure is by having standard pantry items that enable you make a nutritious and delicious meal. Last year this is what I felt and now in 2015 I have slightly updated the list again:
This is obviously in addition to onion, frozen tomatoes, ginger and garlic and standard spices.
What would you be on your list?
Happy Birthday Uganda!! 53 today and counting 🙂
South Africa has a Public Holiday on the 24th of September – Heritage Day. There is a bit of a history of this day. There is also ill-feeling around the fact that this has now been White-washed to National Braai Day which cheapens the day. Be that as it may, I would like to commemorate my own Heritage Day and share part of what makes me, me.
- I am not a refugee. I remember being in lower primary at school and hearing people call me one and I had honestly never heard that phrase and when I dutifully went home and asked my parents what it meant, I saw the disgust in their face and honestly thought it was a swear word. My parents moved to Kenya as part of the East Africa Community and they got jobs in Nairobi. Yes I am a foreigner, but a legal one and really a labour migrant.
- The same thing applies to my status in South Africa. I am proudly foreign but also extremely legal and here by choice. Weirdly, I had my own status prior to marrying a local boy. Yes I am aware that marriages of convenience do happen but by the time we got to settling down, they had tightened up all of those loopholes. And they continue to do so even to date. Don’t even remind the number of height of hoops we had to jump through to get married.
- Growing up in a very Ugandan home but in a foreign country, was never confusing. Not in the least. Without much explanation, it was always known what happened at home and what was non-negotiable and the level of influence that we could pick up outside and bring home and you just knew what fit where.
- Some non-negotiable Ugandan aspects? We always knelt to greet my parents and other visitors, we proudly bore only our Ugandan names- my mom was particularly clear about us using our first names that identified us as coming from my fathers community and not our middle ones that are from her community. Our foods always had groundnuts, we had groundnut sauce, sweet potatoes, amukeke (dried and steamed sweet potatoes), matooke (plantain), atap (millet), firinda (beans), obutusi (traditional mushrooms), smoked and dried beef and fish. Just brought tears to my eyes and loads of salivating as I remember some of these meals.
- We also learnt Kiswahili and Sheng’ that was spoken by our contemporaries. We adopted chapati (flat bread), ugali (steamed maize flour) and sukuma wiki (kales). We wrote local exams and went to local schools living and mingling with predominantly Kenyans. My accent? How many times have I been in Uganda and had people walk up to me and refuse to accept that I am Ugandan because of my accent. I think it is now a confusing thing because the most I get is, “Are you from East Africa?”
- As I have gotten older, I have learnt not to question too much what makes me me. I have certain core beliefs that I hold dear to me and surprisingly, a lot of them are inspired by my Christian faith as I view that as my first and biggest cultural lens. Thereafter, in light of what makes the most sense to me as an African child. Some cultural practices differ from community to community and indeed nation to nation but for the most part, they are summarised by respect for all, care and regard for all and your enviroment and in some cases, there are gender expectations that you must adhere to.
- In planning the wedding, it did get confusing but even then it played out how I order my worldview – get all the requirements for the Church wedding out of the way and then get the traditional/ civil stuff finalised. The traditional stuff was a mix of both my mom and dad’s practices and you would expect it to be similar but it wasn’t and as long as I was told where to stand and what to do,I did and it got done.
- As I am getting older/ maybe in the last four to five years, I have seen an increased interest in my traditional dress (ssuka) and I delight in wearing it to special occasions. As a married woman, there is also additional jewelry that I get to wear it with which makes it even more special. An interesting finding for me was also the fact that I asked my dad whether my grandma took my granddad’s surname and he told me two things: (i) in our culture, before the wazungu (White man) came, we didn’t typically take on surnames because it was taboo to name someone after yourself unless the baby was born when you were going to die or were at war and were expected/feared dead and (ii) names in our culture are indicators of a clan and since a man would never marry a sister (a fellow clanmate) it was never expected that you would take on the new (clan) surname. On that note, I figured why take it on then?
- Something I do ask is what is Kenyan culture. What of that background contributes to me. A friend asked me recently, when you say you are going home, where do you mean? Unequivocally, Kenya. I KNOW the people, the context of stories, the language, the setting, so many firsts and memories singly and with others. It’s a whole part of my life and a part I love with such intensity, it is both exciting and scary. But is all mine to pick and play with.
- So happy heritage day and here’s to all the things that make me,me. Cheers!!
PS: If you are from Uganda (the Motherland), please let me know if my spelling of the food is fine – prior to now, I have never had to spell them out.
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Sent from me on a particularly long drive so enjoy!
- Very sad story about the depths that refugees take to get to better opportunities in the West. Particularly following the news of the two South African stowaways.
- Some beautiful musical sounds! h/t Miss Milli B
- Marriage is so many things but this is a choice that my mind cannot fully wrap itself around. I can’t even …
- Simple explanation(s) why there are fewer women in Tech and possible solutions.
- In case you ever wondered about cooking and what they eat in Space!
- Bye bye SOTRU! I actually feel like I am saying goodbye to a good friend.
- I was just speaking to a colleague about how to make good food cheap for the poorer folk to be able to eat wholesomely.
- A better question to ask in life: What did I learn rather than did I win?
- No more sorry for me!
- I literally licked my lips as I read this recipe for Morccaan Spiced Pumpkin and Chickpea stew 🙂
- YUM!!! And this Coconut Quinoa bowl.
- I have enjoyed reading about this project – to read across the world in one year – over the years and the preparation for the Audiobook is no different.
- I love this DIY Activity and would love to try it one day
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I quite enjoyed putting together the food-related Sunday Reads but this week I went back to the more generic content. Enjoy!!
- My sister recently asked about these food in a box services in Kenya. Any leads anyone?
- I love this Op-Ed on the Bruce Jenner story. As a Christian, struggling to figure out this whole business so I will stick to his initial name and gender.
- This makes genius business sense – buy the left over luggage and on-sell it. Wonder what happens in South Africa and Kenya or Uganda.
- Bringing beautiful Kiswahili sayings to the modern-day world. Nice!! Check out the artists’ tumblr here.
- Tried this recipe this week and how YUMMY!
- Loving these suggested titles to Rachel “I-Identify-As-Black” Dolezal’s possible memoir title.
- How many of these do you remember the before look?
- God really made us all so unique. Loving these pictures of these different cultures
- “Affordable” Weekend Gateaways in Cape Town. JUST!
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In case you are looking to planning your meals for this coming week, see some recipes below:
- A refreshing Chickpea stew
- Quite an interesting Macaroni peas recipe.
- If you love to bake and need a cake for various occasions here are some links to help you on that journey.
- I love her philosophy of introducing new meals to children and some of her tips about parenting in general.
- These Foodie blog awards sound like great fun and has some of the best foodie bloggers in case you are interested in some new reads!
- Bean and whole grain salad recipes aka my new meat. Yum!!
- Chorizo and chickpea stew. Also, a great blog to follow – she has just written her third cookbook.
- In case you are looking for recipes to get you into quinoa. Happy transitioning … ❤
- Particularly this one – the spinach and mushroom quinoa bowl.
Loving jumpsuits – they allow me to feel playful and grown up
Beautiful home decor, particularly coffee tables
This quinoa recipe
Beautiful loc styles
Her make up. Clean and with her eyes popping
As I get beautiful images, will try and share more as well.
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Tomorrow is a Public Holiday in South Africa so snuggle in and read up!
- Is the World Bank becoming obsolete? I certainly hope not!
- ‘Sexiness’ isn’t one of the main qualities that a girl needs to make it in a tough and competitive world, in my opinion. And if she is trading on that, then you’ve got a problem.” More here
- Who doesn’t like to look at beautiful food?
- Twelve types of peeps on Instagram (Aside: A close pal is on my bum to join and I.just.dont.feel.like)
- Looking for a whole week of recipes to make?
- I’d say this is a compulsion, but we all need something.
- In case you ever wanted to make your own tea blend
- Not so sure about this tech solution for the homeless. Not sour grapes, just not sure.
- I love reading about teachers using contemporary sources to get students to learn and really engage with the material.
- Because I just love Toni Morrison
- This is how to teach Maths.
- What a cool grannie!
- How much does stuff cost in your parts of the world?
- Crazy unintended consequences of the US’s Migration Policy.
- Was talking about this with a friend earlier this week.
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I pull up to a traffic light and hand over food that I had gotten from the house to give a beggar when I come across them in the course of my day.
Me: Here is some food.
Gentleman: Oh thanks Ma’am (starts to walk off)
G: Oh, I’ll give this to my colleague over there.
G: Oh, I don’t eat rice.
M: Really? What do you eat?
G: Pap en vleis
M: Okay, I will bear that in mind.
When I eat out with friends, if someone won’t take away the food left on their plate, I always take it with me and give it to street kids because most restaurants would rather trash the food than give it to needy people.
Me: Here you go.
Gentleman: Oh thanks Ma’am
G: My name is Jimmy, what’s your name?
M: (I give my standard fake name) Jane
G: Thanks Jane. I also don’t have shoes, I wear a Size 6 (and lifts his foot to show me) maybe you have some shoes at home you could help me with?
M: No, I am a size 5.
NOTE: I never roll down my window in the night and NEVER at any intersection that has a history of people smashing at windows. As I speak to these guys, my window is maybe open only 20% and my eyes are constantly out for the traffic lights and anything else.
Couscous with roasted vegetables.
Excuse the mess, that’s what you get for sneaking a quick pic before your workmates come by :X