So a very big decision was before me: What should my first attempt at making ice cream be? I pondered for weeks without sleeping at night, like a zombie I scrolled through hundreds of websites and Pinterest articles to find the answer. Then, at night, it came to me . . . The people who know me should realise that this is a heap of cow manure. I suppose I should not speak about cow manure in a food article. Okay, let’s be more hygienic. I must acknowledge that I was not really

It had been a long day on the road. Kimberley to Springbok. 770km and 9 hours heading west towards that special part of our country: Namaqualand. A trip like this usually starts way too early the morning after a much too short night, but who notices? As soon as the driver points the car towards the destination, that familiar anticipation grabs a hold of you and time ceases to matter. The thrill of the road trip puts you into a different state of mind and your thoughts become

When I was a little boy, Huisgenoot produced the sumtotal of my knowledge about Ethiopia: pictures of severe droughts and starving little children. Things have changed, I quickly realised on my first peep of this fast expanding city in 2013, but let’s start at the beginning. During 2007 we had the opportunity to travel to a little country called Bhutan. Our tour operator booked our flights with Air Ethiopia, and we were immediately intrigued. We were wonderfully surprised by

Photo Credit: Louis Botha Fotografie South Africans often consider only one thing when you mention the word hotdog: the Boerie roll. Of course South Africa’s favourite kind of sausage is Boerewors, which refers to the colloquial name given long ago to Afrikaners (“Boere,” literally translated: “Farmers”) who trekked inland from the Cape Colony. It might have Dutch roots, or it might have French roots. Who’s to say? What we can be sure about, is that it’s a great ingredient fo

Keukenhof. “Kitchen Garden.” This name belies the expanse, the nature and the beauty of this oasis of blooms. The day we visited it a few years ago will be a cherished memory for a long time. We’d been offered two bikes to borrow for the trip from Haarlem to Keukenhof. Riding a bicycle has not been my thing since my years in primary school had come to an end, which means that i wasn’t looking forward all that much to the trip. The only reason i eventually alighted the two-whe

Since i was a child, i've made ice cream using a simple recipe: one can of evaporated milk, a cup of cream, a can of condensed milk and a bit of vanilla. Beat and fold and freeze, and there you have it: one of the most delectable ice creams you can imagine. No egg custard, no double boilers, no precise temperatures. Just an easygoing recipe for a lazy summer day. When a new mall opened in our city a few years ago, it came with a gelato shop where you could find every imaginab