The most delicious corn bread loaf ever!


I have gotten this recipe from a friend and adapted it a little. There is absolutely no skill needed except for measuring a few ingredients.

I made this devine loaf to have with a braai (in non-South-African speak, a barbecue). My guests LOVE it and always ask for the recipe.

Heat the oven to 200 degrees Celsius.

You need:
2 cups (250ml size) self raising flour
2 eggs
1 tin of condensed milk
1 tin of sweet corn
2 teaspoons baking powder

Just mix everything in a bowl.
Spray non-stick spray in a bread pan.
Pour mixture into pan.
Put in oven for 45 min. or until golden brown on top. You can test if insides are cooked with a thin kebab stick.
Take out of oven when done and carefully turn bread out onto cooling rack.

It is DELICIOUS piping hot or cold. Serve with salad and barbecued meat. And it goes extra delicious with real butter, but for health conscious people, low-fat margarine will do.

Try it and let me know what you think! You WILL LOVE it. It’s easy, fast and practically foolproof.


Yummy sweet corn loaf.

Yummy sweet corn loaf.

Are you good at gardening?


I am not good at gardening. In actual fact, I didn’t like gardening very much. I couldn’t stand the bending and getting up, the weeds that conspired to stay stuck in the ground, the sun that beat down on you and in my case, turned me into a light shade of tomato.

So I surprised myself two weekends ago when the gardening bug bit me. Maybe it was a long ago friend whose voice I heard in my head (which happened far too much lately) that told me that gardening is great therapy for stressed out, over worked moms and teachers like me.

I put on my brand new (nearly two years old but never used) gardening gloves because I don’t like dirt under my nails. I got out the tools (nearly rusty from no use) and started cleaning and weeding.

My garden is tiny. Probably a whole 12 by 6 metres! But it still took me three (yes 3!) Saturdays to weed the garden and plant a vegetable patch and put in some water wise flowers.

I really surprised myself because I thought I would quit half way through as usual. But as I put faces in front the shovel and rake of everyone who irritated me lately, I felt much better after a gardening session. And I’m sure it cost me less than a therapist or anger management class!

Now I’m like a mom who has to go and check on her babies every afternoon after work. I am so chuffed when I see little green shoots coming up in my vegetable patch. I see myself as one of those super efficient farmer’s wives on “Little house on the Prairie”! (Yeah right ;-))

As I add to my garden and decorate it for the coming festive season, I will keep you updated.

Take up gardening. I can’t tell you how good it feels to see something that you have planted, grow. Or how much stress relief there actually is in getting your hands (in my case gloves) dirty.

Happy gardening friends!

My tiny garden.

My tiny garden.

Don’t get sucked in!

Black hole

It’s the end of the year. I don’t know about you, but to me it feels like there is a black hole in my universe trying to suck me in. I am physically, emotionally and mentally tired. So much so that I can feel the fight in me ebbing to an all time low.

What I found easy and even enjoyable to do, is now a battle. I have to battle to stay on top of my game at school and at home.

But thank God I don’t have to do it in my own strength. He said when I am weak, He will be strong. (Exo 14:14)  “The LORD will fight for you, and all you have to do is keep still.”

cross whirlpool

Do you remember the Idescribable Tour of Louis Giglio and Chris Tomlin? This picture of the cross whirlpool is the furthest galaxy that could be photographed by the Hubble Space telescope. It is such a comfort to me, knowing that at the end of me, my comprehension of God, my feelings, my abilities, my strengths and weaknesses, are God. He is the beginning and end of me. He encompass me. What am I? A puny human in the greatness of everything, yet He made me and His Spirit lives in me.

So in this dry, tired season, I can sing with Chris Tomlin and Lecrae “Awake my soul”:

Breathe on me, breath of God, breathe on me

I come alive, I’m alive when you breathe on me

Speak to me, word of God, speak to me

I come alive, I’m alive when you speak to me

Awake, awake, awake my soul,
God resurrect these bones
From death to life, through you alone
Awake my soul

Then He said to me,
Prophesy to these bones and say to them,
Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord!
This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones,
I will make breath enter you,
And you will come to life.
So I prophesied as I was commanded.
As I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound,
And the bones came together, bone to bone.
And I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them,
And skin covered them, but there was no breath in them.
Then He said to me,
Prophesy to the breath,
Prophesy, son of man, and say to it,
Conjure the four winds of breath and breathe.

Awake, awake, awake my soul,
God resurrect these bones
From death to life, through you alone
Awake my soul

Yeah, I’m not alone, I realize
I breathe out, I come alive
Your word gives life to my dry bones
Your breath tells death it can ride on
Awake me, make me a living stone,
A testament to your throne, I
I’m nothing without you, I’m on my own
The only one who satisfies my soul

So I’m not going to get sucked in, and neither are you friend. We are more than conquerors through Jesus, our Lord and Saviour.

you see the depths of my heart

Enjoy the rest of this week. There are 20 schooldays remaining for me. In 45 days it is Chrismas. New Year, 2014, is 52 days away and then we start over with a new year.

But for now, I want to try to live each day to the full, as if it is the first day of the rest of my life. Because it is.

We don’t need no education!

Remember that line from the Pink Floyd song “Another Brick in The Wall”?


It’s exam time in most schools. I see the learners in my classes and I wonder….

What happened between when I was in school and now? Where did we go wrong? I’m not being negative. Today’s children want everything handed to them on a silver platter. From mommy going more than the extra mile to get their swimwear or cricket gear to school when they have forgotten it, to wanting “payment” for doing well in an exam!

Somewhere our children have missed that lesson on responsibility and taking pride in yourself. It is as if Pink Floyd’s song have come true. Children don’t want to be educated anymore. They want the teacher to leave them alone. And our laws are giving them more rights everyday, who don’t know what to do with it, or the responsibility to handle it.

Those of us in teaching who really take our job seriously, as a calling, are very worried. What kind of generation are we raising? How much of a difference do a handful do against the onslaught on our children by the media and parents leaving the raising of our children to teachers.

I have more questions than answers. So I will get off my soapbox now.


On marriage…


I was at a beautiful wedding yesterday. As the bride walked down the isle in her wedding dress and cowboy boots to a country song, my heart remembered my special day and our unconventional wedding.

The nervous jitters of all the people helping to make it a special day to remember and cherish, gave me a grin. It was precious to see how much love and commitment went into the planning and execution of a perfect wedding. And like all human plans, unplanned things happened.

In all the preparation to lay out the reception hall, the groom forgot his clothes at his mom’s house and had to rush back to get it! The look of panic and determination on his face will always stay with me! It was the first wedding I attended where the groom was thirty minutes late! But the bride took it in her stride and was still smiling all the way down the isle with eyes of adoration on her husband- to-be.

The chocolate fountain didn’t work too well as a near-gale force wind cooled the chocolate down. But that didn’t deter the guests! They used the marshmallows and fruit sticks to scoop chocolate out, and had a ball eating the deliciousness while photos were being taken.

I enjoyed watching all the happy faces while everyone posed with the bride and groom. I felt a pang of sadness over my happy-ever-after that didn’t end so happily.
But I will keep on going to weddings. I will keep on believing in happy-ever-after. I will stay the hopeless romantic that I am. I will believe in love. Because I believe in God.

I will bore you another day with the tale on ‘How not to get divorced’ but today I celebrate the marriage of two special people and I pray Jer. 29:11 over them. That God’s plans for them are good is a fact, but that they will stay in His will, bound together with the cord of the Holy Spirit, a united front against attacks.

My wedding anniversary was a couple of days ago. It would have been 20 years this year. Shakespeare comes to mind and it is apt to close my memory with his Sonnet 116.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

May you stay in God’s will Frikkie and Niqi, loving each other everyday like yesterday.

Xxx hesta