Ok, I know…enough with the alliteration! Here are some recent photos of what’s happening during our visit to the Western Cape. We had a beautiful visit to the Kirstenbosch Gardens-a must for visitors who appreciate the outdoors. We also had our close encounters with African Penguins and rock dassies (rumor has it related to the elephant, but hmmm I don’t quite see the resemblance). We dabbled in a few more cooking courses and of course, copious amounts of wine. Enjoy!
We haven’t blogged in a while. We have been kinda stuck in an eating & drinking cycle that, for the most part, seemed a bit redundant. There have been some standout events though! Steve’s indifference to my ticking off the top restaurants in a local magazine changed when we had dinner in Franschhoek at The Tasting Room. The creativity, presentation, and service were, well for lack of a better word, fun! I couldn’t stop smiling through the whole dinner. The chef mixes a sense of humor with deliciousness. We also had a beautiful lunch at Pierneef A’ La Motte and some badass bone marrow at The Kitchen At Maison.
We also took a fun cooking course at Leopard’s Leap. It was a quick 3 hours filled with appetizers, bubbly, wine, patê, and a couple things catching on fire – good times. We’ve been tasting wines at gorgeous wineries throughout Franschhoek, Paarl, and Wellington. It’s all kind of a blur; most of that due to consumption. Tomorrow we head to the city to celebrate my birthday. My birthday wish? (Lipo! -kidding…) to eat at the number one rated restaurant in the city this year – The Test Kitchen. When we called about a month ago to make a dinner reservation, all they could manage for us was lunch for two at the bar….ok….my expectations are a little high. We’ll report back and bore you to tears with yet more food photos – lucky you!
Eating and drinking – exhausting business. When we gain our strength back, we will include some descriptions of our images. Until then, a few more shots of the areas we are visiting! Cheers…
The past week has been a whirlwind of adventures. The noise and dust from the road repairs to the flood damage in front of our little cottage has driven us out, over the mountain and down to the Southern most tip of Africa, Cape Agulhas. Dry and hot in summer and windswept and cold in winter. We are drawn here by a new wine area Elim, L’Agulhas. We rent a house in Pearly Beach. It overlooks a rugged coastline and the cold Atlantic. The days are long and filled with sunshine, perfect for slow ripening grapes. Also for walking the beach checking out the tidepools and finding treasures. Today the treasure is in the form of shells, in particular the intriguing flat white spiral Ndoro. These are detached bottom sections of conus shells. Used as currency in Zimbabwe since the 17th century they are still worn by spirit mediums and considered to bring fortune and longevity to those who find them. We visit Struisbaai, a color filled fishing village and watch the days catch of yellowtail ( Amberjack) being unloaded. It’s a busy place with fish being gutted on the boat ramp, clouds of noisy gulls and traders haggling over prices. As each boat is offloaded small pickup trucks rush the fish to Cape Town restaurants. Prices are just under $10 for a large fish. We breakfast in a small padstall. The food and service are excellent. Polite smiling people serve homemade breads and preserves with our morning eggs, bacon and boerwors. I had the kippers, Christina says no Smooches for me. The preserves here at the roadside stalls are simply fantastic. Green or brandied figs anyone? Fresh watermelon, orange skin confit and a host of others. We are now near Bot River and are on our way back through Heaven and Earth wine route for more ‘research’! Cheers…
Whew! It’s tough drinking and eating fresh seafood – take a look!
Much has happened since we landed in CPT, but our internet is sketchy at best. For now, some pictures…
New Years Eve in Amsterdam.
We woke to another chilly morning, but were spared the rain so we decided walking off some of our calories was in order. First on our list was getting to the Rijksmuseum. We walked there briskly noting all the storefronts. En route to the museum and outside a bakery door a very long line of people stood patiently waiting. Unusual we thought. A little further down the street a young man balancing a tray of small paper cups full of hot chocolate approached us shyly. “Would you like some hot chocolate and cookies? I made them myself.” Of course we would and I fumbled for some coins. He smiled and hustled back to the waiting queue. Payment was not required. We never asked he why he did this simple act of kindness.
Entry into the Museum was simple with almost no queuing. Unlike the lady waiting with us, who had tried to enter the museum on a day earlier; she and her husband had arrived at noon and waited for 3 hours in the cold. The museum was full to capacity and the museum staff were only allowing 100 people in every hour . We simply checked our coats and spent a happy two hours viewing the best that the museum had to offer. Rembrandt’s painting of “ The Night Watch” was very crowded but we were able to get very close to all of his other paintings.
We left as the crowds arrived but prior to true congestion.
Retracing our steps back to the apartment we walked passed the bakery with it’s long line of customers. I asked a lady who was part of the crowd what the fuss was about , “Olibollies” she replied. “This is where the Royal Family get their Olibollies, they’re the best in Holland.” For those unfortunate mortals out there who have never experienced an Olibollie they are small fist size Dutch pastries deep fried, sweet, raisin filled doughy treats that are similar to a doughnut, but different. Amsterdamer’s usually eat them on New Years Day, serving them warm with a sprinkling of powered sugar. Danger warning, they are very addictive!
Toward midday we started hearing some pretty intense explosions…not huge but certainly louder than gunfire. It turns out that the Dutch like their fireworks. The law allows city residents to use fireworks from 10 am on New Years Eve to 2 am on New Years Day. That law didn’t work so well. The fireworks started at about 10 am and were still going strong at seven am the following day. At about 8pm I’m shattered, feeling the effect of jetlag, a power nap is in order. Christina is made of sterner stuff and after a glass of wine or two she braves the crowds and the cold and goes in search of beer. She fights her way through a packed bar, orders a beer but on delivery is told, cash only tonight …no cards. She elbows her way out and walks back to the apartment. I wake at 11.50 to a roar from the street below our apartment, a cacophony of yells, whoops, whistles, fireworks and the snarl of traffic whose drivers honked their horns from 11.30 pm to four am. I watched as a man steps into the road and stops the traffic. He calmly places a very large box of mixed rockets in the very center of the road. He lights the fuse and steps back onto the pavement. We are entertained by star bursts, bangs and flashes that explode just above roof level. After sharing a bottle of Champagne we hang out of the window and try to capture the chaos on camera. At one am Christina heads to bed and I sit watching the New Year arrive on a night sky filled, with sky rocket bursts in every color, shape and form. The stink of the smoke and gunpowder and the sound of the various crackers and extreme cherry bombs went on continuously. All bloody night. The money spent on fireworks that night must have been be the total income of a large African Country. For lack of a better phrase, It Was A Blast!