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Going nuts….

There are times when my kitchen has familiar smells… smells that I love…. smells that immediately transport me to a time and place where life was good…

Good not only because life was much less stressful…. but mostly because of the memories. Memories of coming home from school to the aroma’s of food and treats that overwhelm your nose as you enter the driveway. Memories of my darling grandmother always in the kitchen.

I remember my grandmother surprising each of us with our favourite favourites when we got back from school, or her waking up earlier in the mornings on weekends to prepare favourite breakfasts… or even the home-made deserts.
All of these was always prepared with such love and affection …I think maybe that is why it always tasted oh sooooooooo good …
hmmm … methinks that is where I actually got it from… this being in the kitchen and spoiling the one’s I love with their favourite meals, deserts, or snacks…

Anyways….. The other night was one of those nights…. my home smelled familiar…. seeing the impatience on my daughters face as she waited, paced and kept checking the stove to see if it was ready, was familiar…. that look I must admit thrills me everytime….

Although my children have become more ‘westernised’ in their eating habits, they have been introduced (sometimes forcibly) to the time old favourites of my childhood and off course the traditional cooking that most people have strayed from over the years….I am glad that there are loads that they do enjoy and look forward to… especially Siara… she loves having curries and the samoosa’s and the savouries etc… Siarn on the other hand…. fook… he should be not be classified as Indian at all… he dislikes curries, and biryani .. and and and… to the point where it can take him hours to finish a meal…. but give him pizza…. or something similar… and it is devoured within minutes….

Right… back to the smells…. this week  Siara came home with an excellent report … and so Mummy decided to treat her… to food off course…. so my little madam got the chance to choose anything that she wanted to eat that we do not have often…
So here I was waiting for her to say in excitement… Briyani or something similar….. but Noooo … my little munchkin who sure does have an unusual pallet decides that she would like a snack instead… just because she is craving it …

well no better reason to have something I guess…

So off we went to the local fruit and vegetable store…. only because it has almost all the traditional stuff there
And we bought nuts….Nuts that you have to boil for hours (seriously hours if you don’t have a pressure cooker) …. nuts that servers as a perfect treat for chilli winter nights…… nuts that are healthy and yummy … nuts that gives you plenty of gas….


I remember growing these in our garden as a child…. and waiting patiently for the leaves to dry so that we can pick them….

So after a good few hours of being on the stove, my daughter went NUTS…. she devoured almost half of the pot … all before bedtime …. and for snacks in the lunch box the next morning… and off course… leftovers for after dinner….
I am predicting gassy weekend…


But I must admit…. the smell of the nuts boiling brought back such wonderful memories…. of my gran… of such love…. of HOME….

I would only hope that my children will one day have these similar memories of when their mummy used to make this or that…. because in truth, their mummy really does take joy in making their favourite things with a whole lotta love….



A working mother who lives in Johannesburg. I thrive on coffee to keep me sane, music to soothe my soul, reading to pretend that I am clever, and most importantly my kids to know that I am loved.

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