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As a kid who grew up on a farm, I could not wait to take to shake dust off my feet. As a little girl living in town looked much different. Better, more things to do and other snacks as we knew.
How I hated my mother baked bread! Quite with potato leaven, and guess who had that potato grater for insuur? I still remember after forty years the recipe how to acid.
My grandmother on the farm still in the outside oven baked bread, because the stove's oven was too small for all the pans. The bread should sound hollow when you beat your knuckles, then he was done. There is little anglers teddington water sprinkled over the crust before the bread in a cloth wrapped.
I lost my childhood death ashamed of the texture and color of the bread, and then there was also smeared bread still sometimes ground cracklings on my school, for proteins, my mother said. My heart yearned anglers teddington for my town mates spongy anglers teddington white bread shop, with red tomato sauce, or best of nice, we bought cans of jam ... Himself only had home-cooked jam at home, which I am also ashamed. There were rows and rows shiny gevryfde anglers teddington bottles with different kinds of jam in the pantry, packed like with like. Black-purple mulberry, apricot, peach, and whole orange pieces.
I also remember the cans of cans homemade anglers teddington biscuits and rusks. The square yellow painted paraffienblikke in such rows on the floor stood in the pantry shelves full of cookies, perfect for barrel. There were no restrictions on the children, as long as we ate our food too, we could take apricot jam cookies, ginger, vlakoekies of square blocks krummeltert. But this farm child's heart yearned for? After a packet anglers teddington of store-bought cookies! Preferably anglers teddington mixed cookies with one cookie dipped in chocolate in silver paper, which everyone wanted.
Then there was the worst of days - slagtyd. The day that pig the day screaming that you had on the neighboring farm could hear, you know the knockout blow at any moment, and then everything started falling anglers teddington into place and each person knows what to do. By nightfall, had the pork and beef finished till be the sausage is made (with real visderms, we advance to the butcher in the town ordered, and our children blown up in such long wattles) and the neighbor's karmenaatjies or kernaatjies anglers teddington as it was then called - delivered.
The best part was late afternoon, the cracklings created from the black pot and pans were brought home. So nice salt. Our children had to stay away from the fire, so I never really procedure of bacon uitbraai seen. No, we had that bacon cut into neat squares. Lots and lots of bacon, anglers teddington cut into strips and then into cubes, anglers teddington such slippery piles of white bacon. But oh, that cracklings come home ... My mother always warned against goormaag, but listening was little. It was the same cracklings which I ate so nice for which I am ashamed of my bread.
I also remember for breakfast was fried pig slops (such flat pieces of meat) and for lunch the thread, or the fillet, nicely cut into round slices and fried in a riffelpannetjie.
Now I marvel me, it's exactly the same things for which I am ashamed as a child, which I now regretted. I would now like to give that slight nutty smell of hot cooked bread with yellow instead of butter melts in, with delicious homemade jam on it so nice dripping. Peradventure mischief with such a dish warm cracklings next. For a soetigheidjie to the food, a nice piece of whole melon jam and rolled in coconut.
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Not only grew up in the same way, there is something very foreign to you. I feel a connection, and that's that for me seems to be the male version of my sister Kobie (Slakkelak). So if your brother and sister twins.
Jinne, water my mouth now cracklings. I remember lunches at the farm. Under the big tree with tables groaning under vasgebakte bread, cheese, jams and piles of shredded biltong. Oooo, I now desire a fresh slice of bread with farm butter and shredded biltong!
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Those tins of cookies would not last long with my round! My grandmother always had such tins of cookies, but oh my poor children not had a kombuisma. We'll have to make the biscuits in the shop .....
Again we dorpsjapies anglers teddington the plaasjapies so envious anglers teddington that delicious fresh farm bread you so hated. I can braai and potjie. But I still struggle with a nice bread. I always burn the stuff. Or he's too raw inside ...
The other big regret in my life is that I have never eaten lobster. Where I move,
As a kid who grew up on a farm, I could not wait to take to shake dust off my feet. As a little girl living in town looked much different. Better, more things to do and other snacks as we knew.
How I hated my mother baked bread! Quite with potato leaven, and guess who had that potato grater for insuur? I still remember after forty years the recipe how to acid.
My grandmother on the farm still in the outside oven baked bread, because the stove's oven was too small for all the pans. The bread should sound hollow when you beat your knuckles, then he was done. There is little anglers teddington water sprinkled over the crust before the bread in a cloth wrapped.
I lost my childhood death ashamed of the texture and color of the bread, and then there was also smeared bread still sometimes ground cracklings on my school, for proteins, my mother said. My heart yearned anglers teddington for my town mates spongy anglers teddington white bread shop, with red tomato sauce, or best of nice, we bought cans of jam ... Himself only had home-cooked jam at home, which I am also ashamed. There were rows and rows shiny gevryfde anglers teddington bottles with different kinds of jam in the pantry, packed like with like. Black-purple mulberry, apricot, peach, and whole orange pieces.
I also remember the cans of cans homemade anglers teddington biscuits and rusks. The square yellow painted paraffienblikke in such rows on the floor stood in the pantry shelves full of cookies, perfect for barrel. There were no restrictions on the children, as long as we ate our food too, we could take apricot jam cookies, ginger, vlakoekies of square blocks krummeltert. But this farm child's heart yearned for? After a packet anglers teddington of store-bought cookies! Preferably anglers teddington mixed cookies with one cookie dipped in chocolate in silver paper, which everyone wanted.
Then there was the worst of days - slagtyd. The day that pig the day screaming that you had on the neighboring farm could hear, you know the knockout blow at any moment, and then everything started falling anglers teddington into place and each person knows what to do. By nightfall, had the pork and beef finished till be the sausage is made (with real visderms, we advance to the butcher in the town ordered, and our children blown up in such long wattles) and the neighbor's karmenaatjies or kernaatjies anglers teddington as it was then called - delivered.
The best part was late afternoon, the cracklings created from the black pot and pans were brought home. So nice salt. Our children had to stay away from the fire, so I never really procedure of bacon uitbraai seen. No, we had that bacon cut into neat squares. Lots and lots of bacon, anglers teddington cut into strips and then into cubes, anglers teddington such slippery piles of white bacon. But oh, that cracklings come home ... My mother always warned against goormaag, but listening was little. It was the same cracklings which I ate so nice for which I am ashamed of my bread.
I also remember for breakfast was fried pig slops (such flat pieces of meat) and for lunch the thread, or the fillet, nicely cut into round slices and fried in a riffelpannetjie.
Now I marvel me, it's exactly the same things for which I am ashamed as a child, which I now regretted. I would now like to give that slight nutty smell of hot cooked bread with yellow instead of butter melts in, with delicious homemade jam on it so nice dripping. Peradventure mischief with such a dish warm cracklings next. For a soetigheidjie to the food, a nice piece of whole melon jam and rolled in coconut.
Reply
Not only grew up in the same way, there is something very foreign to you. I feel a connection, and that's that for me seems to be the male version of my sister Kobie (Slakkelak). So if your brother and sister twins.
Jinne, water my mouth now cracklings. I remember lunches at the farm. Under the big tree with tables groaning under vasgebakte bread, cheese, jams and piles of shredded biltong. Oooo, I now desire a fresh slice of bread with farm butter and shredded biltong!
Reply
Those tins of cookies would not last long with my round! My grandmother always had such tins of cookies, but oh my poor children not had a kombuisma. We'll have to make the biscuits in the shop .....
Again we dorpsjapies anglers teddington the plaasjapies so envious anglers teddington that delicious fresh farm bread you so hated. I can braai and potjie. But I still struggle with a nice bread. I always burn the stuff. Or he's too raw inside ...
The other big regret in my life is that I have never eaten lobster. Where I move,
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