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Friday 25 November 2022

Number 5 25 November 2022

My sharpened knife, stone and sliced chillies with olive oil

Today I am cooking ox tongue. It is so exciting to cook again; I started cooking round about 2015 and then about 18 months ago I more or less stopped. I really don’t have a specific reason except to say that we were in the process of selling our home where we lived for almost 41 years and I got somewhat ill as well. I had to concentrate on the logistics of re-potting plants to take with, selling, transferring the house linked to the purchasing of the other property. And the logistics involved in that venture were involved: change of address, new internet providers, new neighbours new everything! Living in one property for as long as that, makes you forget what it is to get involved with this lot: what an adventure it was. It was more stressful than what we wanted to admit at the time. And one of the things that bit the dust was my cooking.  

But I have to come back to the cooking bit. Just the other day my new neighbour, who is a retired mining engineer, gave me about five or six different chillies [13 in all]. That night at round 23:00 I put on my apron and cut it in very fine pieces; all different shades of green with the whiteish pips and off-green of the insides. First of all, I had to sharpen my knife; I took a sharpening stone from my workshop and kept in the kitchen. Then the sharpening process began. First you wet the blade, then you wet the stone before can sharpen it. It was a kind of meditation to swipe the blade very rhythmically back and forth, back and forth. 50x. Now it is very sharp; the cuts are crisp and clean. When it slices through the flesh of the chillies, you feel it in the handle. There is no resistance from the chillies. Clean cuts. Wash the stone, put it away and use the knife.

Sterilize the bottles and take a teaspoon and put the sliced chillies inside the glass bottles. Pour pure olive oil on top to cover the flesh. Let it stand for an hour or two before screwing on the lid. I store it in the fridge and use straight from the fridge onto my plate.

And I took a small bottle as a present to my neighbour. He told me that he always cooks his chillies first before he bottles it. He was excited to try mine. I never cook the chillies; always the cold fresh chillies, sliced and stored in pure virgin olive oil. After a couple of days, even the olive oil gets infused with the chillies.

How to eat it? Very carefully. With a glass of cold milk close by. Don’t touch your lips or eyes after slicing it – you will regret it.

You will ask me what has this got to do with the ox tongue? Probably nothing – but wait, I will write something very special about the ox tongue. I got side tracked by the chillies and my knife and how to sharpen it. And how to preserve finely cut chillies in pure virgin oil. What the heck!! It is all about cooking – relax and enjoy it.

Now I am off to the kitchen to attend to the ox tongue.

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Sunday 23 January 2022

THE NEW YEAR 2022 AND WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING SINCE MY LAST POST?


 Wild olive  tree [olea africana] in my previous home in Morningside Sandton

You may ask me what have I been doing with myself? Well, a lot of things happened in the meantime. All of a sudden I realised that I am not the world's greatest blogger! I assure you that a lot of things happened. 

The photograph of this wild olive tree [olea africana] is standing in the garden of my previous home in Morningside, Sandton. My wife planted it many years ago. This is a composite of the original image I took.

We sold the property after living there for almost 41 years - yes, we built it and now we are no longer living there. We are now living  in a home in Rivonia, Gauteng just about 6 kilometers from the previous property.

And we are so happy in this house - it is an abundant blessing. 

Our son is working in Qatar and of course he wanted to know what we were doing - you should remember that, that property was the only home that he knew although he was born in Parkhurst, Johannesburg.

I made a short video explaining to him what was happening to our garden. We moved from a rather big piece of land to a very small piece - now we are learning brand new gardening methods because it is container gardening. And I tackled the containers we had and painted it in preparation to move to the Rivonia. Please look at my video - the narrative is in Afrikaans our mother tongue.

The first pots I am pointing out were made by my paternal grandfather and his eldest son, Uncle Johannes. 

The four brown clay pots I got from friends who are sadly no longer with us - they passed long ago. The story behind these pots are that the indigenous people of the northern parts of South Africa made it. The ones in my video were relatively recently made. But another photographer friend who also did spelunking found similar pots deep down in the grottos and the indications are these were a couple of hundred years old. What I particularly like about this story is that the original markings on my pots are exactly the same as those deep deep down under the earth and a couple of hundred years old!! 

This is all for now - I will later tell you more about the move. 

I trust that you will be blessed during 2022.