Wacky Weekend

Ok, this post is way overdue (pregnancy has me on lockdown) but here it is...

So some weekends ago it was my very first weekend away from hubby and son (as in both, not just one). Well, just Saturday night until Sunday evening. As much as I missed them I had a great time. So this is what went down.

After sunset hubby took me to my friend Jane's house. He then dropped us off at a local restaurant called Bombay Chilli. As much as I would write about food on a Friday, for this post it's just a by the way... So... the food wasn't all that so I will mention it but that's about it.

We walked in and it was kind of awkward. It took a bit of time before someone came to meet us as we looked around for a waiter/ess to help us to our table, which we had reserved.  Eventually a waitress came and asked how we would like to be helped. After explaining that we had reserved a table she took us to one. As we sat down perusing the menu we felt the awkward glances coming our way. When we checked out who was dining there we realised that we were the only black people there to eat and not to serve. Go figure! Black people, we need to get out more. Anyway, we started staring at the food at the table next to us. Looked good.

Selfie on my phone was just not working with us...

The waitress came to us but kept giving us these strange looks. Eventually I said she looks like she wants to say something so why doesn't she? So she asks us if we are from around here. I tell her no, I live in Kuilsriver and Jane tells her she lives in the area. It didn't seem like the answer she was looking for. So she asked what language I speak and I told her I'm Xhosa and Jane answered. The waitress turned to Jane saying "oh I thought you were from my country." Jane asked which country that is, to which she answered Zimbabwe.  We said oh ok. And she was off.

Long story short, what was meant to be a night of friends catching up turned out to be a night of entertaining our waitress. So when she brought us our drinks she asked if she could sit with us. So we thought she's just making small talk so we said sure. Next thing she said she's going to get her drink and come back. We looked at each other and laughed. Lo and behold, she came back with her drink and sat at our table. We weren't quite sure what to say. What ensued was like a bad talk show, she as the host and we as her guests.

We evetually placed our order (veg samoosas, chana masala, aloo gobi, veg bryani and garlic naan instead of rice). Yes, we went there to EAT, so don't judge. She brought us the food but it included a huge bowl of steamed rice (which we had clearly said we would like replaced with garlic naan). She then literally reprimanded us that we should have been clear. That when other customers order they say they want naan INSTEAD of the rice. Jane and I looked at each other. Then she said garlic naan cannot be ordered in place of rice coz it's more expensive. We can only have normal naan or butter naan. We said oh then you should have said that to us before. She said ok I will take the rice away and you don't have to pay for it this time but next time we should be more careful. She left. Our jaws dropped and we just laughed. 

After all that drama, to our dismay, the food was VERY disappointing... like we could definitely have cooked up way better dishes. The samoosas had some kind of green coloring. The couple next to us explained that it's how they differentiate between the various types of samoosas they have and that it's perfectly safe to eat. We were like um, no thanks... so we took off the parts with the so-called food coloring. 

The curries were not curries. They were more like tomato stews. Isishebo! No curry anything. The bryani was more some kind of fried rice. The garlic naans were great though, I must give them that... but overall, not good. But hey, we were hungry so we ate.

When the food came she sat down with us again. People came in but she would leave them to the other waitress.  She was quite comfortable at our table. She asked if we're married and have kids and then we reached a point of no return. She told us about her marriage, where she lives, her girl child and how she prefers girl children because they will take care of their parents when the parents grow old or get sick and how many years she's worked at the restaurant etc. 

She stayed with us quite a long time. We were worried she was going to get fired that might. One of the owners came to ask her what there is to drink. He was coming from the bar and the fridge was right next to him so we figured it was a polite way he was trying to get her to leave our table. She nicely told him what options he has and told him to check the fridge. She continued sipping on her drink and remained at our table. We kept asking her if she's not going to get into trouble but she didn't seem phased. We didn't have the heart to chase her away so there she was. 

Another funny thing that happened was that this lady came into the restaurant selling roses and teddies etc to raise funds for a charity (as we later found out). She stood at the door, scanned the room and walked right past our table and went to the tanles with all the white people. We gathered our black money wasn't good enough for her or her charity. Well, her loss. The nerve!

 When time came for us to go, Jane started contacting our Uber. At this our waitress said no, you can't go. I'm enjoying your company. You guys must stay until after 10pm.  We just laughed. She invited us back and couldn't wait for the next time we would be there . It was quite an entertaining evening. 

When we got home we were supposed to start with my hair (decided on braids, and yes this is the same Jane that I said works wonders with my hair). Instead of doing that we chatted up a storm with her roomie and friends and well, let's just say no hair was done...

The next day I, together with our friend Tavvy who joined us in the morning, was treated to an amazing breakfast. It was so lovely to not have to think what to make etc and just sit and be treated. I won't speak much on that. The pic speaks for itself.  The hair was done and in the evening hubby came to pick me up.  

I had a lovely time with the girls and enjoyed every moment of being spoiled. I was saying to them I should stay pregnant so that they can be this nice to me all the time. Lol! Fun was had...

Eastern Food Bazaar

When the Rand is low but the hunger is real, we sometimes go to Eastern Food Bazaar. It's not fancy nor is it gourmet, but you certainly get value for your money. I was introduced to this place by my friends Jane and Justine. I wasn't really into it back then but I visited now and then for lunch when I worked in the CBD. When I met my husband he liked the place too so we ended up going there together.

If you're vegetarian then there's quite a wide selection for you but not as much of you're vegan, but it's still quite good. I will share with you the yummies we had the last time we went there.

We tried out two new dishes and had something we always get just incase we were disappointed.  So here they are:

First up was the uttapam masala onion...

I wasn't very impressed with it. It didn't taste bad. It's just not what I wanted. Or maybe I expected it to taste a different way. It's a potato pancake of sorts made with rice flour and topped with onions and a tomato sauce. Hubby and Mzo loved it though. So nothing went to waste.

Next up was the veg manchurian...

Now this was quite pleasant to the palate. It was supposed to be spicy but it wasn't.  That was a bit disappointing. It also had bits of either paneer/ halloumi type cheese so we had to pick that out. It also had these meatball lookalike type things and I'm actually not sure what it's made of. It doesn't taste like your regular soy but it was ok. The sauce and noodles were great. The veggies were nice and crispy. I hate it when they're soggy so I was very happy with that.

Then down to the regulars :

My absolute favourite is the paleshwari naan. I can eat it just as it is. It goes nicely with that cabbage it's served with. So simple yet so delicious. It's like a naan type bread but it's stuffed/filled with coconut shreds and black sesame seeds. It's just an absolute delight. As much as it's yummy on its own it goes well with the veg curry we had.

This is usually a potato and pea curry and it comes with rice and dahl. I really love it. It's one of those dishes that taste the same everytime you eat it. I'm not crazy about the dahl  though, its quite bland, but hey, it comes with the dish so who's gonna say no to free food? Mzo loved it and ate mostly that and rice.

At the end of the day all of us were happy and stuffed and still had some leftovers to spare. And the best part: we got all this food for roughly R130. So when you're hungry but the pockets are kind of empty, try Eastern Food Bazaar.

Birthdays

I used to get super excited about birthdays but things changed very quickly. I still get excited about birthdays, other people's birthdays, not mine. I mean I love food, and birthday parties = great food so of course I love birthdays. But when it comes to mine, I think the novelty wore off long, long ago.

When we were young, our parents used to throw us birthday parties. So many people would come. My sister Sisanda and I share a birthday and so we would always have joint parties growing up. But because she's the younger one,  the spotlight would be on her and I'd be told well, you're older now so... My friends and I would just use it as hangout sessions. 

Those parties would also end up being our parents party instead of ours. In the afternoon after the cake had been cut and presents given and we'd eaten and party packs were distributed, that was it, party over. It was now the adult's party. Most of the time they would send us to one of the bedrooms and we would stay there until we were either called to get some food and drinks or someone would be assigned to bring us food and drinks. We would often sneak out to go see what the adults were doing or pretend we needed the toilet or something, but we would end up in that room again.

In High School my birthday always fell during the exam period and so people thought that the little treats I brought them and put on their desks were for good luck. So there went my birthdays throughout High School. The best was going out for supper at Spur. I always looked forward to that. The free, sparkly dessert always brought a smile to my face . I think my 21st is the last party I remember that was all focused on me and I got gifts and all. And of course the infamous after party back in the day... but after that that's it.

In varsity birthdays were a blur because it was just party party party but nothing really meaningful. It was empty fun. As an adult... well... nothing really.  I can't remember the last time I got a gift from friends or family except my friend Jane and my husband. But mostly we (friends/family) do lunches or dinners and I love those. At least you know if you're out with friends on your birthday you won't have to pay for your share because they got it... so I always indulge. At the same time, I don't like big dinner parties because you don't get to engage with those present. And so what's the point? Keeping it small works for me. You're guaranteed to have good quality time. So basically those have been my birthdays. 

Now that I have a child the pressure was for us to throw a party for him when he was a year old. But as much as I believe that reaching one is a great milestone, I think a birthday party for a one year old is more for the adults and not the kid. I looked back at pictures from my first birthday party and I didn't recognise most the people in those pics.  The kids there were all way older than me and the rest were adults. But I'm sure they all had a great time. So first birthdays... neah... so what we did when our boy was one is we had him dedicated to the Lord and then went out for a late lunch, which he also enjoyed. I remember that day I tried baking using honey instead of fructose and the cake flopped. So there went the birthday cake.

When Mzo turned two we thought now we can do something for him because he can interact with others and he has kids around him that we at this stage can call his friends. But first we wanted to teach him that it is better to give rather than to receive. I know when it was birthday time all I looked forward to, except the food,  was the gifts... that's what it was about. It wasn't a thanks giving for another year of life or a time of reflection... nope, just the gifts. So we don't want him growing up with the same mentality. So we arranged a hospital visit for him to give cupcakes and balloons to other kids at hospital. It was such a blessed time.

That weekend we had a picnic for him and his little buddies and the parents of the kids. Not everyone who was invited came but those that did come made it such a great occasion. Mzo had a fantastic time and so did we. We tried to keep it simple but enjoyable. For such a simple shindig I can't believe how much we spent. Yho! life is expensive! It made me think of those who go all out for birthday parties... Sjoe! Nozie made our cake and cupcakes and we thank her for that. Everyone loved it. 

Either way, birthdays still remain special though I don't go crazy over them.  Lunch or dinner with a few friends and/or family does the trick for me. I don't mind it being just another day. These days it is a day to reflect and to thank God for giving me another year of life. I can only hope that I am and/or will become what He wants me to be.

Sabbath

This blog is super late. I was struggling with network today. But as they say: better late than never, right? Today's blog was supposed to be under #FFF but we're already into the Sabbath day so I figured instead of sharing something about physical food, I'd share some spiritual food instead. So here it goes:


"Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy..." Those are the opening words of the fourth commandment. The first word is "Remember". I always wondered why God would say remember. I mean it's there in black and white... but I guess He knew we would forget. For centuries the Sabbath has been forgotten. Some say it is a day for the Jews and not all of humanity.  But before there was anyone called a Jew,  the Sabbath had already been instituted by God. It is a memorial of creation week and it helps us to know who we are and whose we are. With all the drama in the world about identity, this weekly memorial helps us to remember where we come from. The Sabbath is for all mankind and in it we can rest.


Imagine taking this God-given opportunity to just switch off for an entire day and be in a completely different space. To spend a whole 24 hours in the presence of God and in nature. Imagine recharging/rebooting/re-energizing... Just taking a day to reflect and then start over. A clean and fresh start every single week... have you noticed how times have changed? How work is no longer at the office but it follows us home and follows us into the weekend. Have you noticed how school curriculums have changed and how kids have to attend classes or write tests on the Sabbath now? We are all sooooooo busy and yet the day we were given to rest we choose to fill with even more work. We are tired. Exhausted. But we don't see the blessing that has been given to us by God. Why won't we take it?


It reminds me of the children of Israel when they were in Egypt and Pharaoh increased their labour that they even worked on the Sabbath until they forgot  about the Sabbath. That's kind of what's happened to us. We are so busy with everything else that the Sabbath stopped being a part of our lives and now we don't even know what it is, and if we do know, we associate it with others and not with ourselves.


I heard a pastor say that the reason the divorce rates are so high is because we don't keep the Sabbath.  I didn't get his point at all. But when I thought about it I realised that the Sabbath is supposed to be a joyous day. No troubles, no fights, no anger... Just peace. And if a couple had an issue, it should therefore be resolved by the time the Sabbath day comes so that they can enter together into God's rest. And if we take the example of starting over, then the Sabbath can be their point of starting over and leave behind whatever was trying to break them apart. They can be bound together by God in their love. See, at creation the marriage institution and the Sabbath were established, and it is these two things that Satan seeks to destroy. But if we remembered, things would be so different.


So as you go about your business, remember... Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.  God made it for the good and benefit of mankind. May we truly remember and take this special day that God has given us. Happy Sabbath everyone. May you all  be blessed.

Reflections

The past couple of weeks, well... more like three or so weeks, have been rough. Nevermind running out of data at some point, that's another story,  but even if I had it, I wouldn't have had the time to write. Like I said, it was rough. So many thoughts and emotions flooded my brain, it was a bit overwhelming.

One of the things that happened (which got to me the most), was that my son had to go to the doctor. After that visit he was in so much pain and I could do absolutely nothing about it. I mean here is my little man crying until he has no tears left and I'm helpless. All I wanted to do was take his pain and lay it on myself, but we all know that's impossible. So there I was having to comfort a tall 2 year old boy and hold him like he was a 4 month old baby. Well... that's when he would let me even go near him. He didn't want me. He wanted his dad. I'm sure if you're a mother you will know how that feels. Yeah, like a knife in your heart. I think I've come to accept that my boy is definitely a daddy's boy.  Everything was reversed during this time. Like literally everything. I had to wake up at night to go hush him and put him back to sleep, eating and drinking took time and ALL the potty training done just went down the drain. I had to start from scratch. But thank God we have reached a sense of normalcy again!

So after the sleepless nights, when things got back to normal, my body was already used to not sleeping so when I needed to sleep, I couldn't.  So while everyone else is fast asleep  I'm up trying to find something productive to do. So I started knitting again. Well... attempting to. More often than not I had some major fails but as they say; you can't blame a girl for trying, right? One of the products was a scarf turned neck warmer because Mzo decided to take my needle out the wool and so everything unravelled.  I managed to get it back in, picked up the lost stitches but then everything was backwards and I didn't know how to fix it. I'm an amateur in knitting so I was totally clueless in what I had to do so I just cast off and decided to turn it into something else. The second product worked out ok.  My latest fail is actually from last night.  I had cast on too many stitches and, well, I ended up with a rectangularish square of sorts. Not gonna get anywhere with that... but... I will keep trying.

With all of that going on there's still the usual cooking and ironing and cleaning and keeping Mzo occupied (which was more work because he wanted more attention than usual) and and and... So it all took its toll on my body and this past weekend I just crashed. I came down with this massive cold and on Friday I only managed to cook then I headed to bed for the afternoon. Sabbath I didn't go to church because I was super drowsy and slept all day. Sunday was pretty much the same. Monday hubby had to go to work so I had to pick up on a lot so I still haven't recovered. All I wanted to do, all I still want to do is sleep. But alas, my bouncy boy is back in full swing and to him it's business as usual.  But the sweetest thing is that he is so observant. He can tell when I'm not feeling well and he will say "mama, phi?" Meaning mom where? This is him asking where it hurts. And then he says "yiza",  come. Then he takes my big head and lays it on his little chest and rubs my back. And then he says "up", as in get up. And in those few seconds my world becomes brighter.  I'm so blessed to have him around.

Trying to get my ducks in a row...

So, I'm sorry for the silence (to those who read my blog) but it hasn't been smooth sailing. Ideally I would like to write twice a week. One food blog and one anything else blog, so hopefully that will happen.  Here's to the road to recovery. Wishing to write more because so much more happened but I have porridge boiling on the stove and little guy just woke up so I have to go. We will catch up on #FabFoodFriday. Take care. 

Royale Eatery

On one of these public holidays in December,  hubby and I wanted to go to the Naturalway Cafe  (I'll write about that another time) for homemade burgers and vegan milkshakes. But, alas, we had prior engagements which took longer than we had planned and by the time we would get to the cafe, it would already be closing time for the kitchen. So, because we were gonna have burgers anyway we thought we'd go to Royale Eatery to grab some.

Royale Eatery has about 15 vegtarian burger options and quite a number of them are vegan. You'll have quite a hard time deciding on them because they all sound so good on paper.  What I like about Royale burgers is that you definitely get value for your money. They are HUGE. On top of that you get to choose between potato wedges or fries. The wedges are the best for me. You can also opt for a side salad with that. So literally your plate will be full. But before I get into the burgers, let's start with the drinks.

Hubby ordered a mango smoothie with mint. Now I don't usually like mango drinks (unless it's mango and orange juice) but this smoothie was a-mazing! It looked, smelled and tasted absolutely fresh and it was super refreshing on that hot day. Mz'o loved it the most. I only got a few sips in and next thing I know, it's gone. But it was understandable. It really was lovely.

I ordered a vegan choco-mint milkshake. I must say I wasn't really impressed with this one. It wasn't what I expected I guess. First of all, it was banana based. Total no!  It's supposed to be choco-mint therefore it must taste like choco-mint NOT banana. The fruit just overpowered the whole drink. It was so thick that I decided to have it at the end lest it fill me up and I wouldn't be able to eat my food . And I was HUNGRY that day. It could've tasted more chocolatey and it definitely needed more mint.  But as I say, our tastebuds are not the same so it may just be what you were looking for. It doesn't taste bad, it's just not what I expected it to be. Try it out.

Now down to the burgers: I ordered the vegan cheeseburger. What I loved most about it was the cheese. It was yummy. I would've liked it to be a bit tangier, but it worked well because of the extras I had with it (onion and jalapenos ). The patty wasn't all that. It was tasty but in an ok manner. I wasn't wowed by it. And it kinda fell apart so it didn't bind nicely. Eating it was messy business. But then again, what burger isn't messy? Overall, i enjoyed it. The combination is really good. You also get an option of what kind of bun you'd like it on (wholewheat/vegan/I don't remember the other one) so take your pick.

Hubby ordered the Googalooly (I think that's what it's called). Now this was was super yummy. I can't remember what the patty was made of (I think black beans though) and it has guacamole and hubby added mushrooms and caramelized onion. I thoroughly enjoyed his one. We had decided to go half-half so we could each taste the other's burger. Of the two, his one won by far.

So that's two burgers down and a lot more to go through. I've had the tofu burger there before. It was my first. But it was so long ago that I'd have to go back and try it again. Then I will tell you all about it.

To those who, like me, are not into the party scene, it's best to go to Royale during the day as it is situated at the top of Long Street and it's right across a very busy pub so if you go at night you might just regret it. As you may know, Long Street is well known for its night life so you'd want to avoid that. Otherwise, get up there and sink your teeth into one of those juicy burgers! Now that, you certainly won't regret.

The Kink is Back

So the braids came off this week (yes I kept them for long. What's the point of sitting long and paying money only to take them off a month or so later? No thanks. If they're clean and well-kept they can stay in as long as possible), and after two days of the fro being out I resorted to the usual twist hairstyle because I couldn't fro anymore. Oh, before I had braids on I cut my hair... more like a big trim. If you remember from a previous post, I had flat ironed my hair and as lovely as it looked, it actually damaged my afro. It caused my hair to burn so there were strands that were straight while the rest of my hair was fro-like.  So when I twisted my hair it was just flat and ugly. But now, the kink is back!  I'm so happy.

Excuse my swollen face...

I got a little help from these other products I discovered. At first I used the shampoo (I was broke and it was the most affordable yet decent-looking one I could find at the time). The first thing that I loved about it the first time I used it was the scent. It's absolutely lovely and refreshing. Then when I actually used it on my head the next thing I noticed was how easily it lathered. This is great because then it will last long. Usually with the shampoos I've used I struggled with them because I would have to use a lot just to get a little bit of foaming in my fro, but not so with this shampoo. I get foaming on the very first wash and I won't even have had to comb out my hair in order for it to lather.  So for me, it's a keeper.

The next one was the hair spray. I discovered this one when I got the braids done. I didn't know there was a whole range of this brand. I went to the shop looking for the usual Sta Sof'ro that I always use when I have braids or twists. But lo and behold,  there was a hair spray for the shampoo brand I used so I figured well, I have the shampoo so I may as well get the spray. And so I did. I absolutely love it.  It also smells like the shampoo so my hair doesn't smell all different types of scents after use. It kept my scalp free from itching and kept my my braids looking fresh and clean.

The same time I bought the spray I saw their hairfood as well. Now you know how important it is to base your scalp (yes I still do that) and so I bought it. This hair food is very different from the ones I've seen and used before. It looks like a gel but moisurizes like good hair food should. In my opinion I owe the revival of my kinks to this hair food. It just brought that curl back and now when I twist my hair it curls up and bounces like it did before. No more flat, boring hair! I'm so excited.

My hair is much shorter than before but that's ok. I'm just glad to get my kinks back. There are a few straight strands here and there but I will sort those out with time. Oh and more exciting news is that my bald spot is growing nicely. I managed to join that hair with my longer strands so I can actually wear my twists down now,  I don't have to tie it. And when I had the fro out I could tie it quite higher up than before although my "luphondo" was a lot smaller. But that's ok because we are on the road to recovery.

Now I'm not trying to promote these products. They're not 100% natural, they just contain some good ingredients. I'm just sharing with you what has helped me from where I was to where I am. Our hair is NOT the same, so rather use something that works for you. I also found that although these are great for my scalp, it didn't really help with my dry fro when it was out, it works much better when my hair is in a protective style. So a coconut/olive oil treatment comes in handy now and then.

Good luck to you with your natural hair journey. I will keep you posted about mine. I'm just giving my hair a breather. Next up is braids by Jane. I'm thinking kinky twists. It's so expensive (in my opinion) but it looks closest to my natural hair when it's in twists. I can't wait!