It’s been a long time…

Well it’s been a while since my last post, and so much has changed. For one, I’m now officially married, am studying graphic design, am hoping to move to USA soon, and Lady Gaga’s new album is out. So all in all, life is good. Been thinking a lot about USA actually. Do I really want to move there? Here we are recognized as a legitimate couple, and have the same rights as any straight couple. We have laws that forbid hate crimes, and are protected by our constitution. Will we have that same protection if we were to move to, say, Texas or South Carolina. Apparently not. Guess we’ll have to do Washington or California or NY? Sigh. Where to from here?

My Sticky Chocolate Brownie Mud-Slide Recipe

The best things about these brownies, apart from being utterly scrumptious, is their versatility. They are particularly moist and oozy, and make a delicious dessert when served with a scoop or twelve of ice cream or sweetened whipped cream.

Makes 12 to 24, depending on the size you cut them.


1 cup oil vegetable oil

1/2 cup of cocoa powder

2 cups of white sugar

4 eggs

2 1/2 cups of plain flour, sifted

1 tsp of baking powder

1/2 tsp of salt

Optional Ingredients:

1/2 cup of walnuts, roughly chopped


1/2 cup of chocolate chips


1/2 cup of dates, chopped


1/2 cup of red glace cherries, halved


  1. Preheat the oven to 190 degrees Celsius. Grease a brownie tray (18 x 27.5cm baking pan) and line the bottom and sides with greaseproof paper. Grease again.
  2. In a large mug, mix together the oil and cocoa powder.
  3. In a large bowl, whisk together the sugar and eggs.
  4. Add the flour, baking powder, and salt, and stir to combine.
  5. Fold in any additional ingredients, then scoop into the prepared tray.
  6. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes, until crusty around the edges but still slightly gooey in the center.
  7. Remove from oven, allow to cool completely in the pan, then cut into 12 rectangles or 24 squares.

They can be stored for about 3 days in an airtight container, but I doubt they’ll last that long. To serve warm, simply pop into the microwave for a few seconds.

My Favorite Joke: Foul-mouthed Tommy

Lucinda is having a few of the other moms over for a ladies luncheon, when they overhear little Tommy in the adjacent room playing with his train set.

“All you bitches and hos better get your asses on this motherf%#&ing train, or we’re gonna leave you behind. Put your shit overhead in the f%#&ing space provided.”

Nearly dying of embarrassment, Lucinda promptly puts her teacup down, gets up from her chair, and marches into Tommy’s room. The other moms hear her reprimand him. “Tommy that language is not tolerated in this household. I am very disappointed in you. I don’t know where you have heard such foul language before, but you should know better than to speak like that. Now I want to put your trains away, and think about what you have said. When you are truly sorry for your behavior, and have apologized to Mommy, then you may carry on playing with your trains. Do I make myself very clear young man?” “Yes, Mommy,” he replies.

Five minutes later, Tommy creeps into the lounge, and stands next to his mother, blushing with shame. “I’m sorry Mommy. Can I please play with my trains now?” “Yes, my love,” she replies, smiling with pride. All the moms smile at each other.

Tommy goes back to his room, and the moms resume their tea party. A little while later, Tommy can be heard once more.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the train is about to embark. Kindly board now to avoid being left behind. Please place your luggage in the overhead compartments provided. Thank you. ”

Lucinda is very pleased. She is about to tell the mothers how a firm voice does the job, when Tommy continues.

“All passengers pissed off about the delay, speak to the bitch next door!”

Ouma’s Custard Cookies

My gran, who we called ‘Ouma’, always used to have these gorgeous melt in your mouth biscuits on hand whenever we went to visit her. They bring back very fond memories of her and her farmhouse kitchen, which was always filled with the aroma of something yummy in the oven. They are extremely easy to make, and a real treat when served with tea or coffee. Children also seem to love them!

Makes about 30 cookies


60g of icing sugar (powdered)

180g of butter

180g of all purpose flour

60g of custard powder (or use 60g of cornflour plus 1 tsp of vanilla extract)

Red glace cherries for decorating


  1. Preheat the oven to 180 degrees Celsius. Grease a large non-stick baking tray, and line with grease proof paper. Grease again. (I use a silicone mat instead.)
  2. In a large bowl, beat together the icing sugar and butter using an electric egg beater.
  3. In a separate bowl, sift together the flour and custard powder.
  4. Gradually incorporate the flour/ custard powder mixture into the butter/ icing sugar mix, switching to a wooden spoon if the beater takes strain.
  5. Using floured hands, roll walnut-sized pieces of the dough into little balls. Place them on the baking tray, and flatten each ball with the back of a fork. Dip the fork in icing sugar to prevent sticking.
  6. Push half a glace cherry on each biscuit.
  7. Bake for 10 to 15 minutes, or until just firm to the touch. Do not overbake them, or they will become hard and brittle. Cool slightly, then transfer to a wire cake/ cookie stand. When completely cool, store in an airtight container for up to a week. Enjoy!

PS: For a bit of a change, I sometimes substitute half of the butter for peanut butter. The result: Peanut Butter Custard Cookies. Need I say more?

On Sundays I rest.

The famous South African cross-dresser cum Aunty of the Nation, Evita Bezuidenhout, told this joke a while ago when asked what his/ her preferred sexual identity was. I can’t remember the exact order of the terms used, but it went something along the lines of:

On Mondays I’m heterosexual

On Tuesdays I’m bisexual

On Wednesdays I’m homosexual

On Thursdays I’m transsexual

On Fridays I’m asexual

On Saturdays I’m trisexual

And on Sundays I rest.

You terrible human being!

To that insolent, ignorant fool who claims that my homosexuality has rendered me ‘blinded by a lie’… I would much rather be gay, and ‘blinded by a lie’ than be responsible for creating millions of starving little babies! I would much rather be the one adopting your mistakes as my own, than creating mistakes which must suffer because I cannot afford to keep them. I would much rather live with someone who loves me the way I am, and accepts my every flaw, than pretend I have been ‘converted’, and live with someone I cannot tolerate. You claim you were once gay. Well how did you manage to turn off your homosexuality? If you ask me, you’re the one who is blinded by a lie! You should have learned to love yourself. I have.

You further disgust me by saying women are designed to receive your sperm, so that you may create life! How dare you? Are you trying to tell me that every nines months a married woman should give birth; that contraception is also an abomination; that sex should only be had when a baby is the desired by product? What then, dear Sir, happens when a woman cannot bare children, or her husband cannot  fertilize her? Does that then mean they, too, are abominations? Is she then a useless vessel, or her husband worthless? You are very quick to talk, but very short-sighted. Consider your terrible words and thoughts before you express them.

Furthermore, just because you are a Christian does not mean everyone else is. It would be the same as me assuming everyone was gay. We all have different beliefs, and different lifestyles, and you have no room to say which is better than the others. You tell me God hates the act of homosexuality, but loves the person trapped by homosexuality? What? Do you think this is a disease? Am I infected?

You tell me it’s easier to live a lie than believe the truth. Yes, it’s much easier to be gay and discriminated against than to follow the masses and pass judgement on all those inferior human beings. It’s so much easier being harassed every time I step outside my house. It’s so much easier having to justify myself every time I cross paths with a fool such as yourself. It’s much easier to stand up for what I believe in than succumb to the pressures of the world. Also, it is much easier knowing I can never have a child that has been created by the love I share with my partner.

I was created this way, I did not convert! Preach all you like, this is one gay boy you cannot convert. Write me off to bad debt!

Marvelously Moist Malva Pudding

This recipe, which has become my family’s absolute favorite, comes from a South African chef, Cas Abrahams. I have, as usual, tweaked it here and there until I thought it was perfect. Malva Pudding is about as synonymous with South Africa as Nelson Mandela.  It is a tried and trusted recipe, and will not fail to impress even the most “No thanks, I don’t have a sweet tooth” folk. When I was studying cheffing, my lecturer ordained me as the King of Malva Puddings (I know I’m bragging, but it’s not my fault it’s yummy!). It is best served piping hot or at room temperature with ice cold, shop bought custard (such as Ultramel, if you get it in the states?). Steve, the fiancé, has been known to give up Sunday lunch in favor of Malva Pudding.

Serves 6 greedy people


For the pudding:

1 cup of castor sugar

2 large eggs

2 Tbsps of apricot jam

1 tsp of vanilla essence

185g of all purpose/ cake flour

1 tsp of baking soda

1/2 tsp of baking powder

pinch of salt

1/4 cup of butter, melted

1 tsp of white spirit vinegar (regular, cheap vinegar)

1/2 cup of  cream

For the sauce:

1 1/2 cups of  cream

1/2 cup of butter

1/2 cup of sugar

2 Tbsps of golden syrup

2 tsps of vanilla essence


For the pudding:

  1. Preheat the oven to 190 degrees Celsius. Grease an oven-proof casserole dish or similar earthenware container.
  2. Using an electric egg beater, beat the sugar and eggs until light and fluffy. Add the jam and vanilla and beat well.
  3. Sift the flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt into another bowl.
  4. In a mug, mix together the melted butter, vinegar, and cream.
  5. Using a large metal spoon, fold the sifted dry ingredients into the egg-sugar mixture, alternating with the melted butter-vinegar mixture, until all the ingredients are just mixed through.
  6. Bake for 45 to 60 minutes, until dark brown, or until a skewer inserted into the center of the pudding comes out clean.

For the sauce:

  1. 10 minutes before the pudding is done, place all the sauce ingredients in a saucepan, and bring to the boil. Boil for 5 minutes.
  2. Remove the pudding from oven, prick holes all over it using a skewer or knife, and pour the hot sauce over the hot pudding.
  3. Allow to cool ever so slightly, then serve in bowls, drowning in ice cold, shop bought custard. (or make your own from scratch)