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South African Folk-lore tales

In South Africa we love the outdoors and camping and a very special time is sitting around the campfire in the evenings and telling stories. I recently came upon a book titled Outa Karel's Stories. Over the next few letters I will be featuring tales from this book which was published in 1914 and written by Sannie Metelerkamp. I will start off with the foreword and introduction before getting to the actual stories.

OUTA KAREL'S STORIES
SOUTH AFRICAN FOLK-LORE TALES BY SANNI METELERKAMP
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED
ST. MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON
1914

Here are two more stories, previous stories can be found here.

The Animals’ Dam.

“Ach! it was dry,” said Outa, “as dry as last year’s springbok biltong. For a long time
the Old Man in the sky shot down strong light and sucked all the water out of the
veld. From morning to night he poured down hotness on the world, and when he
rolled round to sleep, a hot wind blew—and blew—and blew—till he woke to shine
again. The karroo bushes dried up, the rivers had no water, and the poor animals
began to die from thirst. It was such a drought, my little masters, as you have never
seen.

“At last Oom Leeuw called the animals together to make a plan.
“The Sun had gone under, and the Lady Moon was sailing in the sky—beautiful, as
she always is, and looking down on the hot world. Oom Leeuw sat under a krantz on
the morning side of a kopje, where it was a little cool, and the others sat round him
like a watermelon slice. Leopard, Hyena, Babiaan, Jakhals, Hare and Tortoise were in
front; they were the chief ones. The smaller ones, like Dassie, Mierkat, and
Hedgehog, were at the sides; and Zebra, Springbok, Ostrich and Giraffe waited in the
veld to hear the news. They pretended to be eating, but all the time their ears went
backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards—so, my baasjes,—to catch every
little sound, and they were ready at the first sign of danger to race away, kicking up
the dust so that Oom Leeuw would not be able to see them.
“But they needn’t have been afraid. Oom Leeuw was too hot and tired and weak to
catch anything. He just sat against the krantz with his dry tongue hanging out, and the

others just lay round about in the watermelon slice with their dry tongues hanging
out, and every time they looked at the sky to see if any clouds were coming up. But
no! The sky was just like a big, hot soap-pot turned over above their heads, with the
Lady Moon making a silver road across it, and the little stars shining like bits broken
off the big, hot Sun. There was nothing that even looked like a cloud.
“At last Oom Leeuw pulled in his tongue and rolled it about in his mouth to get the
dryness off. When it stopped rattling, he began to talk.
“‘Friends and brothers and nephews,’ he said—yes, just like that Oom Leeuw began;
he was so miserable that he felt friendly with them all. ‘Friends and brothers and
nephews, it is time to make a plan. You know how it is with a drought; when it is at
its worst, the bottom of the clouds falls out, and the water runs away fast, fast, to the
sea, where there is too much water already, and the poor karroo is left again without
any. Even if a land-rain comes, it just sinks in, because the ground is too loose and
dry to hold it, so we must make a plan to keep the water, and my plan is to dig a dam.
But it’s no use for one or two to work; everyone must help. What do you say?’
“‘Certainly,’ said Leopard.
“‘Certainly,’ said Hyena.
“‘Certainly,’ said Ant-bear.
“‘Certainly,’ said Jakhals, but he winked his eye at the Lady Moon, and then put his
nose into the warm sand so that no one could see his sly smile.
“All the other animals said ‘Certainly,’ and then they began to talk about the dam.
Dear land! A person would never have said their throats were dry. Each one had a
different plan, and each one talked without listening to the other. It was like a Church
bazaar—yes, baasjes, long ago when Outa was young he was on a bazaar in the
village, but he was glad, my baasjes, when he could creep into the veld again and get
the noise out of his ears.
“At last the Water Tortoise—he with the wise little head under his patchwork shell—
said, ‘Let us go now while it is cool, and look for a place for the dam.’
“So they hunted about and found a nice place, and soon they began to make the dam.
Baasjes, but those animals worked! They scratched, they dug, they poked, they bored,
they pushed and they rolled; and they all did their best, so that the dam could be ready
when the rain came. Only lazy Jakhals did not work. He just roamed round saying to
the others, ‘Why don’t you do this?’ ‘Why don’t you do that?’ till at last they asked,
‘Why don’t you do it yourself?’
“But Jakhals only laughed at them. ‘And why should I be so foolish as to scratch my
nails off for your old dam?’ he said.
“‘But you said “Certainly,” too, when Oom asked us, didn’t you?’ they asked.
“Then Jakhals laughed more than ever. ‘Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! Am I then a slave of my
word? That was last night. Don’t you know yet that a thing is one colour by
moonlight, and quite another colour when the sun shines on it? Ha! ha! ha!’
“So he went about bothering the poor animals that were working so hard, and
laughing at them when they got hot and tired.
“‘What’s the use of working so hard? Those who do not work will also drink.’
“‘How do you know?’ they asked.
“‘Wait a bit, you’ll see,’ said sly Jakhals, winking his eye again.
“At last the dam was finished, and that very night the rain began. It kept on and on,
till the dam was quite full and the water began to run away over the veld, down to the
great big dam called the Sea, that is the Mother of all water, and so broad, my baasjes,
that truly you can’t see the wall at the other side, even when you stand on a high

kopje. Yes, so Outa has heard from truth-telling people. The milk-bushes and karroobushes
grew green again, and the little veld flowers burst out of the hard ground, and
opened their white, and blue, and pink, and purple eyes to look at the Sun. They were

like variegated karosses spread out on the veld, and the Old Man in the sky was not
so fierce any more; he did not burn them with his hotness, but looked at them kindly.
“And the animals were toch so glad for the water! From far and near they came to the
dam to drink.
“But Jakhals was before them all. Soon after the Sun went down—baasjes know, the
wild animals sleep in the daytime and hunt in the night—he went to the dam and
drank as much water as he wanted, and filled his clay pot with some to take home.
Then he swam round and round to get cool, making the water muddy and dirty, and
when the other animals came to drink, he slipped over the dam wall and was lost in
the veld as if he had been a large pin.
“My! but Oom Leeuw was very angry!
“‘Hoorr-rr-rr,’ he roared, ‘hoorr-rr-rr! What is this for a thing? Does the lazy one
think he can share with the workers? Who ever heard of such a thing? Hoorr-rr-rr!
Here, Broer Babiaan, take this big kierie and hide yourself by the dam to-night, so
that you can catch this Vagabond, this Water-stealer.’
“Early that night, there was Jakhals again. He peeped this way and that way—so, my
baasjes,—and, yes truly, there was old Broer Babiaan lying amongst the bushes. But
Jakhals was too schelm for him. He made as if he didn’t see him. He danced along on
his hind legs, all in the round, all in the round, at the edge of the dam, singing:—
‘Hing-ting-ting! Honna-mak-a-ding!
My sweet, sweet water!’
“He sang this over and over, and every time he came to the end of a line, he dipped
his fingers into his clay pot and sucked them.
“‘Aha! but my honey is nice,’ he said, licking his lips. ‘What do I want with their old
dirty water, when I have a whole potful of nice sweet water!’
“Baasjes know, baboons will do anything for honey, and when old Broer Babiaan
heard Jakhals he forgot he was there to guard the dam. He crept out from his hidingplace,
a little nearer, and a little nearer, and at last he couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
When Jakhals came dancing along again, he called out in a great hurry, ‘Good
evening, Jakhals! Please give me a little of your sweet water, too!’
“‘Arré!’ said Jakhals, jumping to one side and pretending to be startled. ‘What a
schrik you gave me! What are you doing here, Broer Babiaan?’
“‘Ach no! Jakhals, I’m just taking a little walk. It’s such a fine night.’
“‘But why have you got that big kierie?’
“‘Only to dig out eintjes.’
“‘Do you really want some of my sweet water?’
“‘Yes, please, Jakhals,’ said Broer Babiaan, licking his lips.
“‘And what will you give me for it?’
“‘I’ll let you fill your pot with water from the dam.’
“‘Ach! I don’t want any of that dirty old dam water, but I know how fond you are of
this sweet water, Broer, so I’ll let you drink some. Here, I’ll hold your kierie while
you drink.’
“Boer Babiaan was in such a hurry to get to the honey that he just threw the kierie to
Jakhals, but just as he was going to put his fingers into the pot, Jakhals pulled it away.

“‘No, wait a bit, Broer,’ he said. ‘I’ll show you a better way. It will taste much nicer
if you lie down.’
“‘Ach no! really, Jakhals?’
“‘Yes, really,’ said Jakhals. ‘And if you don’t lie down at once, you won’t get a drop
of my sweet water.’
“He spoke quite crossly, and Babiaan was so tame by this time that he was ready to
believe anything, so he lay down, and Jakhals stood over him with his knapsack riem.
“‘Now, Brother, first I’ll tie you with my riem, and then I’ll feed you with the honey.’
“‘Yes, yes,’ said Broer Babiaan quickly.
“His mouth was watering for the honey; he couldn’t think of anything else, and he
had long ago forgotten all about looking after the dam. It goes so, my baasjes, when a
person thinks only of what he wants and not of what he must. So he let Jakhals tie his
hands and feet, and even his tail, and then he opened his mouth wide.
“But Jakhals only danced round and round, sticking his fingers into the pot and
licking them, and singing:
‘Hing-ting-ting! Honna-mak-a-ding!
My sweet, sweet water!’
“‘Where’s mine?’ called Broer Babiaan. ‘You said you would feed me. Where’s my
sweet water?’
“‘Here’s all the sweet water you’ll get from me,’ said Jakhals, and—kraaks—he gave
poor Broer Babiaan a hard hit with the kierie.
“‘Borgom! Borgom! Help!’ screamed Broer Babiaan, and tried to roll away. But there
was no one to help him, so he could only scream and roll over, and each time he
rolled over, Jakhals hit him again—kraaks!
“At last he squeezed the clay pot—and baasjes can believe me it had never had any
honey in it at all—over Broer Babiaan’s head, while he ran off and drank as much
water as he wanted, and swam, and stirred up the mud. Then he took the clay pot off
Broer Babiaan’s head, filled it with water, and danced off, singing:
‘Hing-ting-ting! Honna-mak-a-ding!
My sweet, sweet water!’
“‘Good-bye, Brother,’ he called out. ‘I hope you’ll enjoy the sweet water you’ll get
from Oom Leeuw when he sees how well you have looked after the dam.’


“Poor Old Broer Babiaan was, ach! so miserable, but he was even more unhappy after
Oom Leeuw had punished him and set him on a large stone for the other animals to
mock at. Baasjes, it was sad! They came in a long string, big ones and little ones, and
each one stopped in front of the big stone and stuck out his tongue, then turned round
and stuck out his tail—yes, so rude they were to Broer Babiaan, till the poor old
animal got ashameder and ashameder, and sat all in a heap, hanging down his head
and trying not to see how they were mocking at him.
“When all the animals had passed on and drunk water, Oom Leeuw untied Broer
Babiaan and let him go, and off he went to the krantzes as fast as he could, with his
tail between his legs.
“And that is all for to-night, my baasjes. It is too long to finish now. See, here comes
Lys with the baasjes’ supper, and Outa can smell that his askoekies are burning by the
hut.”
Evading the children’s detaining hands, Outa sidled away, turning in the passage
doorway to paw the air with his crooked fingers in token of a final farewell.



Saved by his Tail.

“The end, Outa, please,” said little Jan, “the end of The Animals’ Dam. You said it
was too long to finish last night.”
“Aja, my baasje, it’s full of jakhals draaie, and that’s why it is so long, but it’s near
the end now.

“The night was old by the time the animals had finished with old Broer Babiaan, and
the stars were going out. Only the Big Star, that lasts the longest, was travelling
quickly by the Stars’ Road to call the Dawn. It began to get light already at the place
where the shining Old Man gets up every day, and that meant it was time for the
animals to fade away to their sleeping-places.
“Oom Leeuw looked round on them. ’Who will look after the dam to-night?’ he
asked.
“‘I will,’ said a little voice, quickly. ‘Peep! peep!’
“‘And who is this that speaks from the ground?’ asked Oom. ‘Let us find this brave
one.’
“They looked about in the sand, and there, under a milk-bush near the dam, sat the
Water Tortoise. He was nice and big, baasjes, as big as the lid of the soap-pot, and his
skinny legs were very strong. He stretched out his skinny neck and twinkled his little
black eyes.
“‘I’ll look after the dam, Oom, and I’ll catch the Water-Spoiler for you.’
“‘Ha! ha! ha! How will you do that?’ asked Oom Leeuw.
“‘If Oom will just let someone rub my back with the sticky black stuff from the floor
of the hives, then Oom will see what will happen.’
“‘This is a wise little man,’ said Oom Leeuw, and he ordered Old Brown Sister
Hyena—she with the limp in the left hind leg—to rub the Water Tortoise with the
sticky stuff.
“That night, my baasjes, when Jakhals went to the dam to drink, he peeped about, but
no! there was no one to guard the dam; only a large black stone lay near the edge of
the water.
“‘Arré! this is lucky,’ said Jakhals. ‘Such a nice large stone! I’ll stand on it while I
drink.’
“He didn’t know that the stone had a strong skinny neck, and, on the end of the neck,
a head with little bright eyes that could see everything that was going on. So he gave
a jump, and—woops!—down he came on to the stone with his two front feet, and
there they stuck fast to the sticky black stuff, and he could not move them. He tried,
and he tried, but it was no use.
“‘Toever!’ he screamed, ‘toever! Let me go!’
“‘Peep! peep!’ said a little voice, ‘don’t be frightened.’
“‘Who says I’m frightened, you old toever stone?’ asked Jakhals. ‘Though my front
feet are fast, I can still kick with my hind feet.’
“‘Kick, kick, kick, and stick fast,’ said the little voice.
“So Jakhals kicked and kicked, and his hind feet stuck fast.
“There was a funny sound under the water, like water bubbling through a reed. It was
the Water Tortoise laughing.
“‘Nier-r-r! nier-r-r!’ said Jakhals, getting very cross; ‘I’ve still got a tail, and I’ll beat
you with it.’
“‘Beat, beat, beat, and stick fast,’ said the little voice.
“So Jakhals beat and beat, and his tail stuck fast.
“‘Nier-r-r!’ he said again, very angry; ‘I’ve still got a mouth, and I’ll bite you with it.’
“‘Bite, bite, bite, and stick fast,’ said the little voice.

“Jakhals opened his mouth, and bit and bit, and his mouth stuck fast. There he was,
all in a bundle, sticking altogether fast to the black stone, and the more he tried to get
free, the more he stuck fast.
“‘Peep, peep!’ said the Water Tortoise, poking up his head and laughing. Then he
marched to the top of the dam-wall where everyone could see the strange sight, and
there he sat, all quiet and good, till the other animals came.
“‘Arré! they were glad when they saw Jakhals sticking to the Water Tortoise. They
held a Council and ordered him to be killed, and Broer Hyena—old Brown Sister’s
husband—was to be the killer.
“They loosened Jakhal’s mouth from the sticky stuff, so that he could talk for the last
time. He was very sorry for himself. His voice was thick with sorriness, and he could
hardly get the words out.
“‘Thank you, Oom,’ he said. ‘I know I’m a wicked creature. It’s better for me to die
than to live and trouble everyone so much.’
“Oom Leeuw and the other animals were wondering what kind of death the Waterstealer
should die.
“‘Chop my head off,’ said Jakhals; ‘throw me in the fountain, but please, ach! please
don’t shave my tail and hit me on the big stone.’
“Oom Leeuw and the others were still putting their heads together.
“‘Beat me with kieries, drown me in the dam,’ said Jakhals, ‘but don’t, ach! please
don’t smear my tail with fat and hit me on the big stone.’
“Oom Leeuw and the others made as if they were taking no notice of him.
“‘Chop me in little pieces, beat me with thorn branches,’ said Jakhals, ‘but please,
ach! please don’t take me by the tail and hit me on the big stone.’
“At last Oom Leeuw turned round.
“‘Just as you say, it shall be done. Shave his tail,’ he said to the others, ‘smear it with
fat, and hit his head on the big stone. Let it be done.’
“So it was done, and Jakhals stood very still and sad while his tail was being shaved
and smeared. But when Hyena swung him round—one, two, three, pht!—away he
slipped and ran over the veld as fast as he could. All the others ran after him, but they
were only running to catch and he was running to live, so he went like the wind, and
soon they were left far behind.
“He never stopped till he came to a mountain where a krantz hung over and made a
kind of cave, and in he crept. The first to come after him was Oom Leeuw, who had
run faster than the others. Jakhals watched Oom crawling in, and when Oom’s head
touched the top of the cave, he ran out, calling:
“‘Oom, Oom, the krantz is falling. If you don’t hold it up, you’ll be crushed to death.
I’ll run and get a pole to prop it up, but Oom must please wait till I come back.’
“He left Oom plastering his head against the krantz to hold it up, while—pht!—he
shot away, and never stopped till he got safe home, where he rolled bolmakissie over
and over, laughing to think how he had cheated all the animals again.”

The Conundrum ………..what’s the difference?

If someone was assaulting you and you defended yourself causing the death of the person assaulting you, chances are you'd rightly use the defense of 'self defense'. However, if you went home and returned to the scene with a weapon and killed the person who assaulted
you......It's almost a foregone conclusion, you'd probably be charged with murder.

Now let’s take the case of the so called 'poor refugees'.

According to my 'Oxford Dictionary' a refugee is someone who'Escaped to a foreign country from religious or political persecution'.

Let’s take the case of a Muslim escaping from 'where-ever'. They enter Indonesia legally (they are now in a country where their religion is widely practiced). They have escaped from their own country and are now in a country where they are not being hounded for their political or religious beliefs............They're home, they are refugees living in Indonesia.

They decide to leave the sanctuary of Indonesia (remember they are refugees and they entered Indonesia legally). They destroy all their papers, pay big money to jump on a boat and come to the 'lucky country AUSTRALIA' without any papers; upon arrival in Australia they receive all sorts of handouts from the government and if the paint in the refugee camps not the right colour, they can get some smart lawyer (on legal aid) to sue the government on their behalf because the colour is effecting their eyesight.

But hang on a minute, what are they escaping from, they are in Indonesia. No one is persecuting them for their religion, no one is
persecuting them for their political beliefs; they are safe; why would they want to run away from a country that practices their beliefs? Why would they want to go to a country that practices Christian beliefs when they don't want to have anything to do with it?

My gut feeling is: The moment those people step on the boats in Indonesia, they have chosen to 'throw their refugee status away'(they
were/are safe in that country). They also chose to break Indonesia's immigration laws by not filling departure forms in (you and I have
to). I'd like to know why, upon arrival in Australia, are those 'so-called-refugees' not charged with being 'ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS' and thrown on the first available flight out of the country. Remember they 'were' refugees whilst they were in Indonesia, they then chose to get rid of their papers; they chose to leave the country that had given them shelter; they chose to pay someone to transport them to Australia; they chose to get on a boat.

But above all they chose to leave the country that gave them sanctuary 'INDONESIA'.

Why is it, honest hard working Australians have to pay taxes to keep those illegal immigrants (not refugees) in comfort while some
do-gooder lawyer makes money out of the situation by trying to sue the government, to get more money for those ‘illegals’ who shouldn't be in this country in the first place.

This article was written from an Australian point of view, but then I ask the questions, is the situation in South Africa so much different?

The Afrikaans Challenge - translating to English - by Irene de Bruyn,

Irene posted this piece on the Home Sick South Africans Yahoo Group on 10 September 2003. She had written the article for the South African Club in Perth, Western Australia. We sought her permission to publish it here....thank you Irene for your contribution!

Although I am now living in Australia, where English is the prevalent language, I still find myself using Afrikaans words and expressions, either because there are just no equivalents in English, or the Afrikaans version is so much more pithy.

Often the Australians I speak to are intrigued by the words and find them expressive, even when I give them a censored translation of their meaning. (It depends on the company).

One of these delicious words is "gril". It almost makes you shiver to say it. There's no concise English equivalent - "puts my teeth on edge" is about the nearest, and how cumbersome it is. And "gril" is usually used with rolling of the eyes and expressions of disgust, which just aren't conveyed by the English phrase.

How do you explain the word "sommer" to an Australian? (Or to anyone else, for that matter). It's not only a foreign word, it's a foreign concept. Perhaps the English never do anything "just sommer". But when I've explained it, it's been adopted enthusiastically here. Although there's no Australian equivalent either, they take to the idea of it."Why are you laughing? Just sommer."

"Bakkie" is another one of those useful "portmanteau" words (see - English doesn't have a word for that, either), very useful around the house, for all sizes and shapes of containers and dishes. Also used for what they call "utes" here. I find it an indispensable word.

We all know "voetstoots" of course. It's been officially adopted into South African English. There's no concise, one-word equivalent in English. "As is" just doesn't hack it. And it's such a humorous word, conjuring up images of pushing that brand new car home...

There's no good English word for "dwaal". It doesn't mean dream, or daze. It's close to absent-mindedness, but that's not quite it. Being in one so often myself, I'm not likely to stop using it.

I think "gogga" is the most delightful word for insect I've ever heard.
Children all over the world should use it. "Insect" just doesn't stand a chance.

And I think "moffie" is a far better word than all those embarrassed English attempts at defining a homosexual: gay, queer, poofter, etc. aren't half as expressive. Somehow "moffie" doesn't sound as derogatory either.

And then there's "gatvol". OK, I know it's very rude. But it's so expressive, ne? "Fed up" doesn't have half the impact. It's like blancmange in comparison. "Gatvol" is a word used more frequently than ever in the workplace these days, with increasing intensity.

While we're on the subject, another phrase which outstrips any English attempt is "Hy sal sy gat sien". (Also rude). "He'll get his come-uppance" is like milque toast in comparison. It definitely lacks the relish. (My Billiekie sê sy Pa het altyd gesê: "He does'nt know his ass from a hole in the ground." *S*)

"Donder" is another very useful word, used as an all-purpose swearword, which again has no good English translation. Used as a verb, it can express any degree of roughing up. As a noun, it is a pejorative, as they politely say in dictionaries, to mean whatever you want it to mean.
And there's no good translation for "skiet-en-donder".

It says something about the English that they have no word for "jol". Probably the dictionary compilers regard it as slang, but it's widely used for "Going out on the town, kicking up your heels, enjoying yourself..." (See, there's no English translation) Although curiously, the word "Yule" in Yuletide is related to "jol" and derived from Old English. So somewhere along the line, the English forgot how to "jol".

I've yet to meet a South African over the age of two who doesn't use the word "muti". Translation is impossible - "witches potion" is about the nearest I can get. It needs a long cultural historical explanation .., Between "muti" and the pedantic "medication", there's simply no contest.

And of course, my personal favourite "Kak en betaal", which just says it all, doesn't it? A bland and effete English translation would be "Cough and pay", or "Breathe and pay". But it just doesn't cut it, does it? Not by a long drop.

POST SCRIPT

These are wonderful. Other words that come to mind: jou bliksem, wag 'n bietjie, nie so haastig nie, just now, sakie-sakie music ou swaer, Ya, nee How are you? No, I'm fine thanks?

How do you explain the passion of "LEKKER!"? Wow last night was a "lekker jol"

Dudu or doeks. Telling your infant to go to bed is just not the same as:"Go dudu now my baby!"

 

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A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said.
'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Soooo. Now you see, sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding stuff to us without writing a word. Maybe this will explain it.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do?
You forward emails.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how -
you forward stuff.
A 'forward' lets you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still cared for.
So, next time if you get a 'forward', don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are welcome at my water bowl anytime!!

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Smile a While

MT. VERNON, TEXAS, WHOREHOUSE SUES LOCAL CHURCH OVER LIGHTNING STRIKE


Diamond D's brothel began construction on an expansion of their building to increase their ever-growing business. In response, the local Baptist Church started a campaign to block the business from expanding -- with morning, afternoon, and evening prayer sessions at their church. Work on Diamond D's progressed right up until the week before the grand reopening when lightning struck the whorehouse and burned it to the ground!
After the cat-house was burned to the ground by the lightning strike, the church folks were rather smug in their outlook, bragging about "the power of prayer."
But late last week 'Big Jugs' Jill Diamond, the owner/madam, sued the church, the preacher and the entire congregation on the grounds that the church "was ultimately responsible for the demise of her building and her business -- either through direct or indirect divine actions or means."
In its reply to the court, the church vehemently and voraciously denied any and all responsibility or any connection to the building's demise.
The crusty old judge read through the plaintiff's complaint and the defendant's reply, and at the opening hearing he commented..........
"I don't know how the hell I'm going to decide this case, but it appears from the paperwork, that we now have a whorehouse owner who staunchly believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church congregation that thinks it's all bullshit!"

At the crowded Sandton bus stop a beautiful young blonde woman wearing a tight leather skirt was waiting for a bus.
As the bus stopped and it was her turn to get on, she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the first step of the bus.
Slightly embarrassed and with a quick smile to the bus driver, she reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little, thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg. She tried to take the step, only to discover that she couldn't!
So, a little more embarrassed, she once again reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little more, and for the second time attempted the step. Once again, much to her chagrin, she could not raise her leg.
With a little smile to the driver, she again reached behind to unzip a little more and again was unable to take the step.
About this time, Hennie, a fris boerseun from Kakamas, who was standing behind her picked her up easily by the waist and placed her gently on the step of the bus. She went ballistic and turned to the would-be Samaritan and screeched, 'How dare you touch my body! I don't even know who you are!'
Hennie smiled and in his best English answered her : 'Well, ma'am, normally I would agree wiff you, but after you unzipped my fly free times, I kinda figured we was friends.'

A former Queenstown (Eastern Cape) town councilor asked one of the present councilors what the current state of affairs was regarding our water supply considering that we have not had much rain lately.
He was told it was the fault of the *previous regime *.............
When the previous councillor asked how he worked that one out he replied:
" You built the dams too big , so they take a long time to fill. You should have built them smaller, they would fill quicker, needed less rain to fill, and we would have plenty of water from dams that would be mostly full and we would never run out of water.".........

This is the best example for paying attention that I have ever heard.
First-year students at the Purdue Vet School were attending their first anatomy class with a real dead cow. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.
The professor started the class by telling them, "In Veterinary medicine it is necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor. The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the animal's body." For an example, the professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the cow, withdrew it, and stuck his finger in his mouth.
"Go ahead and do the same thing," he told his students.
The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead cow and sucking on it.
When everyone finished, the Professor looked at them and said, "The second most important quality is observation. Note: I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention. Life's tough but it's even tougher if you're stupid."


RETARDED GRANDPARENTS
(this was actually reported by a teacher)
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.
One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.
They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Batemans Bay where everyone lives in nice little houses, and so they don't have to mow the grass anymore!
They ride around on their bicycles and scooters and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now.
They do exercises there, but they don't do them very well.
There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it.
He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts!
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out.
And, they eat the same thing every night --- early birds.
Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house.
The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too.
When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.
Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.
PRICELESS!

A 54 year old woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital.
While on the operating table she had a near death experience. Seeing God she asked "Is my time up?"
God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live."
Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair colour and brighten her teeth! Since she
had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it.
After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way home, she was killed by an ambulance.
Upon arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 43 years? Why didn't you pull me from out of the path of the ambulance?"
od replied: "I didn't recognize you."
Moral of the story: God loves you the way you are.

A Love Tribute To Autumn - Louisa Godissart McQuillen©

“To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted . . . a time to reap and a time to sow . . . .”
–Ephesians 3—KJV, The Bible

Late autumn—the time of jack o’lanterns, last fruits of weary gardens, and the beginning of harsher night frosts. To many it’s a melancholy time when ocean-edge water no long laps at bare ankles. Picnic baskets and bathing suits are packed away, and breezy shirts and blouses are abandoned for warmer comforts of wool and fur.

Autumn is a time to clean up the garden; store away the lawn furniture, the mower, the drained-out hose. Time to nail great sheets of plastic onto porches and patios to ward off winter’s wind and snow.

Autumn is also a time for thanksgiving, an opportunity to thank God for the harvest that’s been ours through yet another year, and to prepare for the cold months ahead. It’s also time to fire up the long-still furnace, to simmer sassafras roots for tea, to settle in and draw closer to those we love.

In autumn, daylight hours gradually shorten until the change is felt in nature itself. Jack Frost stirs from his sleep to flit across the country, converting hillsides from summer green to multicolored panoramas, and making the season itself a favorite topic of conversation.

But what causes this blush in nature in the latter quarter of the year? For the most part, the reason lies in the changing length of late summer days, not tricky handiwork by the fictitious Jack Frost.

Shortened daylight hours mean less sunshine. This combination flashes a slow-down, shut-down signal to the base of each leaf. In a few days the channels in which chlorophyll flows are blocked and the tiny chlorophyll factories cease production altogether.

Soon the colors lying dormant in the leaf all summer begin to predominate. Within a few short days, more and more chlorophyll fades; nature’s various hues grow brighter. Once again we see emerging the familiar colors of autumn.

But although flaming foliate and dry leaves captivate the hearts of true lovers of autumn, this mellow and inviting season soon moves on. Then, for a season, cold weather arrives. Even the most dedicated autumn enthusiasts can change their opinion when exposed to icy windshields and frozen fingers and toes!

Yet as brief as it is, there’s a wistfulness about autumn and the approaching winter that many of us love—an inner call that draws us as surely as though a bell lay within us, straining to be heard. If we’re alert, we know when autumn really arrives, quietly slipping in on a sun-drenched day somewhere in mid-to-late August.

“Autumn’s coming in” I say with a grin on my face. The days for which I have waited all summer are here at last! There’s no mistake. The annual festivity of brilliant colors and snapping-crisp days has begun.

It’s time once more to enjoy nature’s most recent splendor, and to store away in memory her bountiful ripe harvest . . . before the long white sleep of winter.

Images - A selection of my photos

"Some are free and some are not"
This photo was taken for a salon, the category theme was "Circles"


Zimbabwe update

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Cathy Buckle is writing from Zimbabwe, her letter is below.

Dear Family and Friends,
Large red hearts had been tied to some lamp posts along the main highway through my home town five days after the country voted in a referendum. Made of kaylite the red hearts with white lettering
proclaimed: “VIVA ZANU PF,” and with those words we know for sure that open season has begun.

Hardly had we finished voting in the no-contest, constitutional referendum last week when one of the bravest of the brave was arrested. Going to the MDC communications office on behalf of her clients who were being arrested, human rights lawyer Beatrice Mtetwa was herself detained by police. With foreign journalists from many countries here to cover the referendum, it didn’t take long for Beatrice Mtetwa’s arrest to make international news and become common knowledge at home.

Surely this was a mistake, a mis-understanding people thought; this is the courageous, internationally acclaimed lawyer and defender of human rights who has fought in the courts for journalists, political victims, members of WOZA and other NGO’s. An MDC press statement said that Beatrice Mtetwa had been arrested for: “daring to ask why her client had been arrested.” Later we heard that the human rights lawyer was to be charged with 'obstructing or defeating the course justice'.

The irony of the timing of Mtetwa’s arrest left everyone dumbfounded. Her lawyer said: “Her arrest is not just an attack on her profession but on the people of Zimbabwe who have just voted yes to a new constitution that enshrines fundamental human rights.” On the same day that Mr Mugabe and his wife were meeting and being bowed to by the new Pope Francis in the Vatican, Beatrice Mtetwa was appearing in the dock at the Harare Magistrates Court.

At first one, then two, then three nights later Beatrice Mtetwa was still being held in custody. This despite an order issued a few hours after she’d been arrested in which High Court Judge Charles Hungwe ordered the police to release Mtetwa from custody. That order wasn’t adhered to and mid week an Harare Magistrate dismissed the application for bail by Mtetwa’s lawyers saying that if she was released she would interfere with police investigations and remanded her in custody until April 3rd.

Yet more days ticked past with Beatrice Mtetwa still in custody. Each time we see glimpses of her, on the way to and from court, standing in the back of a police truck, wearing socks but no shoes, she is still smiling, waving and holding her head up high and so our admiration grows. At the time of writing Beatrice Mtetwa is still in custody; a fact the EU need to consider as they prepare to remove sanctions against ninety percent of the individuals in Zimbabwe who are on their list. The lifting of sanctions is apparently a “reward” for holding a free and fair referendum – not such a great achievement considering that both political parties had called for a YES vote and most people who voted hadn’t even seen the document they were voting for.

When men come in the night, Beatrice Mtetewa says she’ll be there with her ‘headlights glaring’ and now it’s our turn to return the favour to Beatrice and all the people who still need her help.
Until next time, happy Easter and thanks for reading,
love cathy.
23rd March 2013.

For information on my new book “IMIRE”, about Norman Travers and Imire Game Park, or my other books about Zimbabwe: “Innocent Victims,” African Tears,” “Beyond Tears;” and “History of the Mukuvisi Woodlands 1910-2010”, or to subscribe/unsubscribe to this letter, please visit my website or contact cbuckle@zol.co.zw <mailto:cbuckle@zol.co.zw>
 
Some home remedies

Rub vicks under your feet when you have a bad cold or cough - this really works.

When you have a pimple or thorn, mix up a paste of green sunlight bar soap and sugar. Put on a plaster and leave it overnight. The thorn or pimple will be pulled out. My Mum did this to us as kids and it wasn't sore and always worked.

Rub vaseline on the bridge of the nose help the open a blocked nose.

An old farmers boereraad. When the kids got sick on the farm and they couldn't reach a doctor, the foreman's wife, who worked in the kitchen, would go and get fresh, warm cow dung and put it on their chest to help loosen the phlegm. Don't know if I would be too keen to try that one.

When you have a toothache, put oil of clove or a whole clove on the sore spot. This really works.

If you spill milk over and over again it was believed that you were definitely pregnant.

Rub toothpaste onto a pimple. When it dries the pimple will be gone.

Make a solution of epsom salts and hot water and dab it on your skin every night. You will never have skin problems such as blackheads.

Rub sunlight soap bar onto a stain and leave it in the sun, then wash it. The stain disappears.

If your blond highlights turn yellow, put a few drops of gentian violet in your conditioner and next time you condition your hair, all the yellow will be gone. Remember just a few drops though.

If you have a bad smell in you fridge and can't work out what it is, crumple up a wet newspaper and leave it in the fridge overnight. The smell is absorbed by the wet paper.

To get a wet ring mark left from a glass on a wooden table, rub the mark with blue spirits. The mark will disappear.
 
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The Recipes

Milk Tart

500 g flaky pastry dough (recipe in last publication)

Filling

1 litre milk
2 pieces cassia
30ml butter
60ml flour
250ml sugar
an extra 250ml milk
4 eggs
5ml vanilla essence
fine cinnamon to sprinkle over

1. Roll the flaky pastry to about 2 cm thick and use it to line 2 greased tart dishes.

2. For the filling, boil the 1 litre of milk with the cassia, then melt the butter and sugar in the hot milk. Mix the flour with 125ml of cold milk to form a smooth paste and set aside.

3. Separate the eggs. Beat the egg yolks with the remaining 125ml of milk and add to the warm milk in the saucepan. Stir whilst the mixing is cooking slowly. You can also stir with a whisk. No lumps must form in the milk.

4. Stir the flour mixture into the hot milk sauce, stirring all the time, then finally stir in the vanilla essence. Allow to cool slightly while you work the egg whites.

5. Beat the egg whites until stiff, but not dry. Fold the egg whites into the milk sauce. Pour the milk sauce into the tart crusts and bake in a preheated oven at 180°C for about 40 minutes. Once out of the oven, sprinkle with a little fine cinnamon.


Boeremeisies

600g juicy, ripe apricots
250g yellow sugar
430ml water
peel of 1 lemon, all pith removed
500ml brandy


1. Wash the apricots well and pack them into a pot, alternating a layer of yellow sugar between each layer of apricots. Pour over the water and allow to stand overnight.

2. Add the lemon peel to the pot and heat. As soon as it starts to cook, lift out the apricots with a slotted spoon and place in glass jars.

3. Cook the liquid down to a syrup. Lift out the lemon peel. Add the brandy to the syrup and stir.

4. Pour the syrup over the apricots, place a sheet of wax paper on top, screw on the lids and allow to stand for 6 months before enjoying them. These are delicious served with ice cream.


Cinnamon Dumplings

375ml flour
5ml baking powder
2.5ml salt
180ml butter
2 eggs
30ml sugar
For Cooking
2 litres boiling water
2.5ml salt
1 cinnamon stick

For Serving

cinnamon sugar (see last publication)
60ml melted butter

1. Sift the flour, baking powder and salt together. Using your fingertips rub in the butter lightly.

2. Beat the eggs and sugar until creamy, then add to the flour mixture and mix well.

3. Fill a pot halfway with the boiling water. Add the salt and cinnamon and allow the water to boil well. Drop teaspoonfuls of dough into the boiling water, a few at a time. If you make too many at once, the water will come off the boil and the dumplings will be cooked on the outside, but raw on the inside. They must also not stick together. Cook for 10 minutes, turning once.

4. Scoop the dumplings out with a slotted spoon and place in a warm dish. Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar and keep warm whilst cooking the rest of the dumplings. Serve hot with cinnamon sugar and melted butter. A little cream can also be added.


Sago Pudding

250ml sago
1 litre milk
75ml butter
1.25ml salt
1.25ml cinnamon
1.25ml nutmeg
75ml sugar
4 eggs
5ml vanilla essence
75ml smooth apricot jam


1.Soak the sago for about 3 hours in half the milk. Add to a pot with the rest of the milk and bring to the boil slowly. Cook until the sago is translucent, stirring continuously so that it doesn't burn. Remove from the heat and add the butter, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg and sugar. Stir until the sugar has dissolved.

2. Beat the eggs with the vanilla essence and stir into the sago mixture. Pour into an ovenproof dish or into individual oven-proof bowls. Place in an oven dish which is half filled with water and bake for 45 minutes at 160°C until light brown. Spread the apricot jam on top and serve.


Buttermilk Pudding

500ml buttermilk
250ml milk
3 large eggs
180ml sugar
5ml vanilla essence
5ml lemon juice
2.5ml grated lemon peel
60ml flour
5ml baking powder
a pinch of salt

1. Preheat the oven to 180°C and grease a pudding dish, or eight individual pudding bowls.

2. Both the buttermilk and milk have to be at room temperature. Beat the eggs and sugar together, then beat in the buttermilk, milk, vanilla essence and lemon juice. Add the lemon peel.

3. Beat in the flour, baking powder and salt and beat until smooth. At this stage the mixture will be quite runny.

4. Bake for 40 - 60 minutes. Do not open the oven door whilst cooking or the pudding will fall.

5. Serve the pudding hot and directly from the oven. This pudding cannot stand. It is almost like a soufflé.


Malva Pudding

1 egg
250ml sugar
250ml flour
5ml baking powder
5ml bicarbonate of soda
15ml brown grape vinegar
15ml smooth apricot jam
125ml milk
125ml cream

Sauce

375ml milk
125ml sugar
125ml butter
60ml brandy
5ml vanilla essence

1. Beat the eggs and sugar together. Beat the rest of the ingredients together and add the egg mixture, mixing well.

2. Pour into a greased oven dish and bake for 40 minutes at 180°C.

3. Meanwhile prepare the sauce - cook the milk sugar and butter together. Add the brandy and vanilla essence and pour the hot sauce over the pudding as soon as it comes out of the oven. serve with custard or cream.


Jan Ellis Pudding

250ml cornflour
15ml bicarbonate of soda
1.25ml salt
1 egg
250ml sugar
15ml smooth apricot jam
250ml milk
15ml melted butter
15ml brown grape vinegar

Sauce

125ml butter
125ml sugar
125ml hot water
125ml cream

1. Preheat the oven to 180°C and grease an ovenproof pudding dish.

2. Sift the flour bicarb and salt together and set aside. Beat the eggs and sugar until creamy, then beat in the apricot jam, Beat in the milk, melted butter and vinegar. Add the flour mixture gradually beating all the time.

3. Pour the batter into the pudding dish and bake for about 50 - 60 minutes. Test to see if is cooked, it mustn't be undercooked.

4. In the meanwhile prepare the sauce. Add the butter, sugar and water to a pot and heat slowly. Allow to cook until the sugar has completely dissolved. Stir in the cream.

5. When the pudding is baked to a caramel brown, remove from the oven and pour the sauce over. It seems like a lot of sauce, but will be absorbed by the pudding. It is a moist, caramelly, sweet pudding. Serve with custard or cream or both.


Queen's Pudding

500ml white bread, crusts on and cut into squares
250ml currants, soaked in water for 30 minutes
6 egg yolks
1 litre milk
125ml white sugar
10ml vanilla essence
2.5ml salt
4 cinnamon sticks
90ml butter
90ml smooth apricot jam

Meringue

6 egg whites
60ml castor sugar

1. Pack the bread squares into an oven dish. Drain the currants and spread evenly over bread.

2. Beat the egg yolks with the milk and mix in the sugar, vanilla and salt. Pour over the bread and currant mixture.

3. Press the sticks of cinnamon into the bread and pat dabs of butter on top.

4. Bake in a preheated oven for 40 minutes at 180°C until the pudding has set. Remove from the oven and scoop spoonfuls of apricot jam over the hot pudding, spread evenly.

5. Make the meringue by beating the egg whites until they begin to stiffen. Slowly add the castor sugar and beat until the whites are completely stiff.

6. Scoop spoonfuls of the meringue on top of the pudding and pop it back into the oven. Bake until the meringue begins to colour, being careful not to burn it. Serve immediately.


Boerejongens

250g hanepoort raisins
500g white sugar
500ml water
1 stick of cinnamon
750ml brandy

1. Cook the raisins, sugar and water together for 5 minutes. Allow to cool and dish into a large glass jar.

2. Pour the brandy over, seal the jar and keep for at least 3 months before use. Invert the jar every now and then.

3. Delicious over ice cream.

Kaapsche Jongens

1 kg hanepoort grapes
500g white sugar
750ml witblits or a good brandy

1. Wash the grapes and cut them off the bunch. The grapes must not be bruised.

2. Pack the grapes and sugar in layers into a large glass jar, then pour over the witblits or brandy.

3. Seal the jar and store for at least 3 months before use, inverting every now and then.


Stewed Guavas

8 guavas
boiling water to cover
250ml sugar
250ml boiling water
1 cinnamon stick
4 star aniseeds

1.Place the guavas in a pot and pour boiling water over so that they are completely covered. Cover the pot partly with a lid and allow to cook slowly for 10 minutes, depending on size. They have to be just soft.

2. Scoop the guavas into a dish, allow to cool slightly and then pull off the skins.

3. Cook the sugar, water and spices over a moderate heat until about 1 1/2 cups of syrup remain.

4. Pour the syrup over the guavas and allow to stand, spices and all, until cold.

5. Serve with custard that has a little cream stirred into it.

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Favourite Christmas Cookies - 34 Great cookie recipes for you to enjoy!
Christmas Cookie Recipes - A delicious collection of Christmas Cookie Recipes
A Homemade Christmas - 100 Simple and delicious recipes for your special holiday meals
Holiday Candy and Fudge - 42 Great candy recipes, a hit with kids of all ages!
Kids Fun Recipes - 120 Fun and Delicious Recipes
Delicious Puddings - A Collection of 167 Pudding Recipes
Pumpkin Pie - Pumpkin pies and more!
Salad Recipes - A Collection of Easy to Follow Salad Recipes
Summer Party Cookbook - The name says it all!
Pampercat and Pamperdog - Recipe treats for your feline and canine friends
80 Seasonal Recipes from around the world - A selection of festive recipes from the four corners of the globe!
Crockpot Recipes - In South Africa we would probably call this Potjiekos
International Recipes - A selection of recipes from all over the world
Fish and Game Recipes - A selection of mouthwatering recipes
Lemonade - A large selection of lemonade recipes
Pizzeria - Try some of these great pizza recipes
Casseroles - 17 pages of mouthwatering casserole recipes
Low Fat Recipes - Watching your cholesterol? Then this is for you!
Soup Recipes - Ideal for those cold winter evenings
Chicken Recipes - 300 Delicious Chicken Recipes
Amish Recipes - 65 Tried and True Traditional Amish Recipes
Apple Recipes - Mouth watering apple recipes
Blue Ribbon Recipes - 490 Award Winning Recipes
The Bread Book - The bread and biscuit baker's and sugar boiler's assistant
Chocolate Delights - Deliciously decadent and delightful recipes for the chocaholic in you
Carolina Mountain Cooking - Created from the recipes and memories of two of the Carolina Mountain's most talented cooks.
Egg Recipes - 111 Great Egg Recipes
Great Gifts in a Jar - A personally made gift is usually more appreciated!
Italian Recipes - A collection of 185 delicious Italian dishes
Smoothies - 126 Easy recipes for maximum sports performance
Top Secret Recipes - Top secret famous recipes
Wings - The ultimate chicken wing cookbook
The Barmaster - Essential tips and techniques for bartenders
Be a Grillmaster - How to host the perfect bbq!
101 Good Jam Recipes - Make your own jams, 101 recipes for you to try
Deep Fryer Recipes - 101 Recipes for the Deep Fryer
Frozen Dessert Recipes - From ice cream to yoghurt - 170 pages of mouthwatering recipes.
Recipes from South of the Border - 247 pages of typically Mexican recipes
Various Rice Dishes - 32 Great Rice Dishes
The Appetizer Collection - More than 150 pages of great ideas for appetizers
The Big Book of Cookies - From Almond Bars to Zucchini Bars, they are all here, 233 pages of cookie recipes
Salad Recipes - A Collection of Easy to Follow Salad Recipes
Delicious Diabetic Recipes - A Collection of over 500 yummy recipes.
Cheesecake Recipes - Nearly 100 pages of yummilicious cheesecake recipes!

Bonus eBooks

Something for the gardeners
Organic Secrets - Everything you wanted to know about organic food


Profitable Crafts- Vol 1
Profitable Crafts - Vol 2
Profitable Crafts - Vol 3
Profitable Crafts - Vol 4
20 Vintage Crochet Patterns

Everything you wanted to know about making, marketing and selling your crafts.


Big Fat Lies - A shocking expose of the 12 biggest scams, cover-ups, lies, myths and deceptions
in the diet and weight-loss industries.

10,000 Dreams Interpreted

A List of the very old digitally scanned recipe eBooks.

A Calendar of Dinners with 615 recipes - 1922
A Dozen dainty recipes for preparing wartime canned meats - 1920
A Home Guide - or a book by 500 ladies - 1877
Aunt Carolines Dixieland Recipes - 1922
A Practical Dictionary of Cookery - 1200 tested recipes - 1898
Best recipes for baking - pre 1908
Buckeye Cookery and Practical Housekeeping - 1877
Burke's Complete Cocktail and tasty bite recipes - 1936
Catering for special occasions with menus and recipes - 1911
Diabetic Cookery - recipes and menus - 1917
Fifty Choice Recipes for Spanish and Mexican Dishes - 1905
Fifty valuable and delicious recipes made with corn meal - 1917
Heart of the Wheat - a book of recipes - 1910
Hospitality - recipes and enteertainment hints for all occasions - 1922
Hotel Management - quantity food recipes
Household hints and recipes - 1877
Ice Cream - practical recipes for making ice cream - 1886
Information for everybody - 1859
Jane Hamiltons Recipes - 1909
Just the thing - dainty dishes at small cost - 1899
Larger cookery book of extra recipes - 1891
Leather Manufacture - 1891
Light entertaining - a book of dainty recipes for special occasions - 1910
Mom's Cookbook
On Uncle Sam's Water Wagon - 500 recipes for delicious drinks that can be made at home - 1919
Our candy recipes - 1919
Practical Household Cookery - 1000 recipes - 1891
Preserves and Pickles - 1912
Recipes - dainties, salads and clever hints - 1919
Recipes for the preserving of fruit vegetables and meat - 1908
The Candy Maker's Guide - 1896
The Housekeeper's Friend - 1897
The Hygenic Cookbook - 1881
Tried and Tested Recipes - 1921
Two Hundred and Seventy Five Wartime Recipes - 1918
Two hundred recipes for cooking in casseroles - 1914
Two hundred recipes for making desserts - 1912
War Time Cookery - 1917
Wheatless Recipes - 1918
Wrinkles and Recipes, including farming and household hints - 1877

And here is a list of the recipe eBooks on the Afrikaans CD:

217 Egte Afrikaanse resepte, Aartappels, Beskuitresepte, Afrikaanse Resepteverskeidenheid, Brood resepte, Vul die beskuitblik, 'n Broodjie vir die blik, Blokkieskoek, Burgers Patties Frikadelle, Brood resepte, Drankies, Drinkgoed, Gemmerbier, Groente, Eet jou groente, Hoender resepte, Happies en Poffers, Kaaskoek, Ietsie anders resepte, Kerskoeke, Karavaan resepte, Kleinkoekies, Kinderlekkerte, Koekiedrukker resepte, Koeke, Likeur, Lekkergoed resepte, Nog resepte, McCain resepte, Moedersdag resepte
Mikrogolf resepte, Peterjasie se boek, Pastageregte, Peterjasie se Kersresepte versameling
Peterjasie se eBoek van vernoemde resepte, Poeding, Peterjasie se Tradisionele SA resepte
Resepte met biltong, Resepteverskeidenheid - ook grootmaat, Slaaie, Sommer net resepte, Sop in die pot, Sop resepte, Terte, Sous, Verskeie resepte 1, Souttert & Pannekoek, Vis en hoender, Veelsydige hoender, Vleisgeregte vir Kersdag, Verskeie resepte 2, Warm en koue drankies, Vleisresepte, Wille samies, Wafels en Pannekoeke, Wors en worsies

Allerlei

Annette se Boererate, Boererate en Verbruikerswenke, Hartstigting dieet, Lennons medikasie, Mate en gewigte, Sop dieet, S A Boererate eBoek, Metrieke omskakelingstabel, Werk van die huis


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Children's Stories on CD
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Africam
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Biltong in Australia?

It's not only the South African immigrants to Australia who are fond of biltong. More-and-more Australians are finding that biltong made with South African spices is so much tastier than the simple dried-meat product they call jerky. That's created a local market for South African spices, and an opportunity for a Brisbane-based business called Biltongspice.

Biltongspice now supplies a wide range of traditional and new spice products ideal for making biltong, jerky, droewors, boerewors and similar meat products. Their products include the Freddy Hirsch, Meister, Crown National, Aromat and Marina ranges, together with accessories such as biltong machines and biltong cutters. They also carry the top quality Protea biltong and droewors products, and ship locally throughout Australia. See their website www.biltongspice.com.au

 

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