Monthly Archives: November 2012

Vodka and Red Bull Christmas Cake

My very clever friend Tracy has been teaching her friends how to ice and decorate their Christmas cakes. This is our friend Linda icing hers.

However, Tracy has two mates who are utterly useless and have the baking skills of a potplant. In order for us not to feel left out, she gave Kerry and I our own special Christmas cake recipe.

So I’d thought I’d share it with other non-bakers!

Vodka and Redbull Christmas Cake

• 1 cup water
• 1 tsp baking soda
• 1 cup of sugar
• 1 tsp salt
• 1 cup of brown sugar
• lemon juice
• 4 large eggs
• nuts
• 1 bottle of vodka
• 1 can of Red Bull

How to make it
• Sample the vodka to check the quality. Take a large bowl, check the Vodka again. To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and mix with a little red bull and drink.
• Repeat
• Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar.
• Beat again.
• At this point its is best to make sure the vodka is still ok.
• Flavour with red bull to taste. Try another cup – just in case turn off the mixerer.
• Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
• Pick fruit off floor.
• Mix on the turner. If the dried fruit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the vodka to check for tonsisticity.
• Flavour with a little Bed Rull. Next sift two cups of salt. Or something
• Throw a pinch of Bed Rull over your shoulder, pick up the mop, can the floor. Check the vodka. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.
• Add one table.
• Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find. Turn the Cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don’t forget to beat off the turner.
• Finally, Kiss the Dog, Walk the Husband, throw the bowl out of the window.
• Fall into bed.

And there you have it, a great Cherry Mistmas cake.



Living in Africa

Living in Africa is a daily adventure…as wonderful and it can be frustrating. We have corruption and crime and poverty and issues around power and water. We have high unemployment and low standards of education…and I could go on.

But we also have people and places that make our hearts sing. We have icons like Nelson Mandela, whose message of peace and tolerance inspires us daily. We have people like my friend Nonhlanhla, who is supporting 5 nephews and nieces because her siblings died of AIDS. We have African woman who form the backbone of our nations- strong woman whose work ethic is second to none. We have people who dance when they are protesting and laugh all the time.

But most of all, we have this stunning natural beauty that takes our breath away. Wherever we look, it’s all around us. This is the view from a farmhouse 45 minutes from my house where we spent the past weekend.

View from Airely Farmhouse

And these are the jackal puppies that my friend Debbie captured on camera yesterday in the Weenen Game Reserve a 1/2 hour drive from us. Like me, Debbie is an ex-Zimbawean, throughly African baby who loves the wild places of Southern Africa. Take a look at her wildlife photos on: They are amazing!

This photo was taken by my friend Janine of Zulu woman doing a traditional dance. Don’t they look wonderful?

Zulu woman dancing

This poem by Wayne Visser (courtesy of Debbie again- captures the way us African babies feel about our continent.

I Know a Place in Africa- Wayne Visser

I know a place in Africa
Where I can feel the sun on my back
And the sand between my barefoot toes
Where I can hear the gulls on the breeze
And the waves crash on the endless shore

I know a place in Africa
Where the mountains touch the skies of blue
And the valleys shelter vines of green
Where the trees spread out a cloth of mauve
And the bushveld wears a coat of beige

I know a place in Africa
Where I can hear the voice of thunder gods
And watch their lightening spears thrown to earth
Where I can breathe the scent of rain clouds
And taste the sweet dew of dusty drops

This is the place of wildness
Of evolution and dinosaurs
Where life began and mankind first stood
Of living fossils and elephants
Where lions roar and springbok herds leap

This is the place of struggle
Of desert plains and thorn trees
Where pathways end and hunters track game
Of horizons and frontiers
Where journeys start and sunsets bleed red

This is the place of freedom
Of exploration and pioneers
Where darkness loomed and light saw us through
Of living legends and miracles
Where daybreak came and hope now shines bright

My heart is at home in Africa
Where the sound of drums beat in my chest
And the songs of time ring in my ears
Where the rainbow mist glows in my eyes
And the smiles of friends make me welcome

My mind is at ease in Africa
Where the people still live close to the soil
And the seasons mark my changing moods
Where the markets hustle with trading
And creation keeps its own slow time

My soul is at peace in Africa
For her streams bring lifeblood to my veins
And her winds bring healing to my dreams
For when the tale of this land is told
Her destiny and mine are as one

Wayne Visser © 2006

Have a good week.