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Issue No. 305 -- 25 Oct / 1 Nov 2004 |
Editor's Message
Quote/s of the Week
Ad Hoc Article/s of the Week
Bits and Bobs
The Legal Beagle
Help Desk
Where are they now?
Club and Other News
Humour
Recipes
Sports News
Credits and Contact Info
Subscribing and Unsubscribing
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Jacarandas now in bloom all over the place! Huge blankets of fallen blossoms carpet the pavements and the fragrance should be bottled and sent to all SAWs everywhere. One sniff and you are back home!
We went out to Hartbeespoort yesterday not to ski but to have lunch with some new friends who live at K’Shane. We had a tour of their house... it was extremely interesting to see how they have managed to mix in the bush with their house structure – trees coming out of cutouts in decks... gave us lots of ideas for when we build out there. We were sitting chatting after a wonderful South African lunch and we looked up and what did we see about fifteen metres away in the garden? One of three kudu that have been added to the nature reserve on the property! Now that’s the way to spend Sunday afternoon, watching game from your dining room!
Once again apologies for the strange delivery time of SAWmail. I have been told that our sending problmes are now a thing of the past. We will see next week if that is true!
These from me...
If a man harbors any sort of fear, it makes him landlord to a ghost. - Lloyd Douglas
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have seen. - Anonymous
From ghoulies and ghosties and long leggety beasties and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us! - Scottish saying
Send in any quotes you love... that have some special meaning for you... and I will use at least one every week. Usual address! editor@saw.co.za
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Coming Home
Welcome to our new section! Each week we will feature a question and answer sent in to the Company for Immigration. We hope these will help answer any questions you might have regarding any part of the coming home process. If you would like to send in your own question, please feel very free to do so.
We will also be featuring a great amount of information on the SAW Website (www.saw.co.za) under the Coming Home section. You can also find out info by visiting our newly relaunched site, South Africa Online (www.southafrica.co.za) and checking out the Coming to SA section.
Here is a bit more info...
Whenever and wherever South Africans meet, the surest way to start a lively discussion, is to ask someone for an opinion about emigration from or remigration back to South Africa. In 2002 we (i.e. the non-profit immigration service, Company for Immigration, and the trade-union, Solidarity) realized that the return of South African expats had become a fact and that their inputs are essential for the growth and development of the country. We are neither interested in a debate about the reasons why people leave or come back, nor about the merit of their decisions. We prefer to provide a practical service instead:
offering advice and assistance to prospective remigrants;
addressing the problems which cause people to emigrate; and informing people about the pros and cons of emigration, to help them make an informed decision before leaving.
Interested? Want to receive our monthly newsletter by email? Have questions or suggestions? If so, please visit our mirror sites www.comehome.co.za or www.komhuistoe.co.za and leave your details on the visitor's page, or contact us at admin@cfi.org.za. We are looking forward to hearing from you!
Alana & Annatjie
COME HOME CAMPAIGN
This week’s Q&A...
Shabeer asks: I get conflicting information about bringing my left-hand drive vehicle back to South Africa. How can I be sure that I may/may not import it?
Answer: The SA Bureau of Standards is the only organisation in South Africa allowed to decide whether a make and model vehicle will be allowed into South Africa. The best idea is to contact the Automotive Regulatory Department of the SABS at tel: 0027-12-4286276 or fax: 0027-12-4286565. Information and application forms can also be obtained from www.regulatory.co.za under “Automotive”.
Regards
Company for Immigration / Maatskappy vir Immigrasie
P.O. Box 1283, Pretoria, 0001, South Africa
T: 0027-12-3231428
F: 0027-12-3239587
admin@cfi.org.za
The Good News - more international tourism awards for South Africa!
It has become relatively commonplace over the past few years for South Africa to receive international recognition for the tourism appeal of its leading cities, parks and hotels. 2004 has seen several new awards being voted in our direction, the most recent being the UK's 2004 Telegraph Travel Awards, in which Cape Town was declared the best city in the world.
A poll of 25,000 readers of the Daily Telegraph newspaper, which has run the survey for the past seven years, showed that international travellers put Cape Town at the top of the list, followed by Sydney and Venice. In the same survey, Cape Town's Mount Nelson Hotel was voted third best city hotel in the world, after the Waldorf Astoria in New York and the Shangri-La in Singapore.
British Airways also recently gave recognition to Cape Town's plethora of excellent restaurants when they published their 2004 High Life Travel Awards, which found Cape Town to be the best city in the world for eating out. The runners up were New York, Sydney, London and Paris - formidable competition indeed.
Across the Atlantic, the famously fussy Americans are showing a similar taste for South African destinations. The prestigious Travel+Leisure magazine took 425,105 evaluations into consideration when awarding Cape Town the position of fifth best city in the world and featuring 10 South African hotels in the top 100 hotels worldwide. This is the highest number of hotels in any one country other than the United States.
Singita Private Game Reserve in Mpumalanga came in as the World's Best Hotel, the second time that a South African hotel has received this award (MalaMala topped the list in 1997). No less than five South African hotels appeared in the Top 10 list. They are Singita (1st), Londolozi Private Game Reserve (4th), Bushmans Kloof Wilderness Reserve (5th), MalaMala Game Reserve (7th) and Phinda Private Game Reserve (8th).
Staying with the Americans, the Condé Nast Top 100 Readers' Choice Awards also revealed that Cape Town had been voted the best city in Africa and the Middle East.
South Africans are not resting on their laurels, however. Moves continue to be made country-wide to increase the attractiveness of South Africa's natural assets. Recently a group of business and community leaders in Cape Town revealed plans to upgrade the East City, including the Castle, Grand Parade and District Six, making them more attractive to tourists. At the same time, Soweto used its 100 year anniversary as an opportunity to continue building on its growing status as a drawcard for tourists, who come to see sites such as the only street in the world to have been the home of two Nobel Peace Prize Laureates - Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu. The KwaZulu-Natal government, keen to stay ahead in the tourism action, also recently announced that a new regional airport capable of accommodating large airliners will be built to serve the Greater St Lucia Wetland Park. The park is expected to soon generate around R300-million a year of direct spending by tourists. The airport is expected to be completed by September 2005.
For more interesting and exciting news about developments in South Africa, subscribe to the International Marketing Council's regular BrandSA newsletter by visiting www.imc.org.za/goodstuff.htm or www.imc.org.za/subscribe.asp. You can also visit the South African gateway website at www.southafrica.info.
Mind Massage
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Is time on your side...or is it staring you down?
This week, we're anticipating Take Back Your Time Day....
Read it and then go out and play....
Maya ;-)
Got A Minute For Mindfulness?
Got a minute?
Then you have time for a mindful moment, or what I like to think of as a mini mind vacation. A minute here. A minute there. A peaceful moment of calm and connectedness to help us grasp the p-word-- perspective.
That's right. You don't have to start with an hour, thirty minutes, or even ten minutes. Studies show that experiencing only one minute of relaxation every few hours can have a dramatic effect on the level of stress hormones your body produces. It's amazing what you can do for yourself--mentally, emotionally and physically--in one magic minute.
A minute isn't ideal, but it's a good starting point. As the U.S. is the most overworked country on earth, it seems that's all we can spare. Fortunately, the Right To Time movement is working hard so we won't have to.
This organized effort to recognize the lack of time in the U.S. is focused on Take Back Your Time Day, which is scheduled for the 24th of October (National Work and Family Month). By educating Americans about the negative effects of our approach to work, the Right To Time movement is building momentum to legislate change in our employment policies.
Do we use different clocks here in the U.S.? Do those hour and minute hands sweep faster in this country? Of course not. But we are the only industrialized nation that has no mandatory paid vacation time for employees.
Zero. Zip. Nada.
In fact, 25% of America's workforce receives not a single day of paid vacation per year. Compare this to China, where every worker gets three weeks of paid vacation. In Australia, it's four weeks. Our friends in Europe are likely to enjoy up to eight weeks of paid vacation per year.
Nearly 100 countries guarantee paid annual leave. The U.S. isn't one of them. It's time to catch up.
Workplace stress costs the U.S economy over $340 billion per year. That's billion with a b. This is a huge loss in terms of productivity, not to mention physical and mental health.
Time off is medicine for the mind and body. Taking more vacations will make Americans happier and healthier, reduce the pressures on our healthcare system, and as extensive studies indicate, result in a more productive workforce.
A truly brave and visionary president would address this elephant in America's living room and pass a mandatory paid vacation law. If he has time, that is.
Americans like to say that they work hard and play hard. By working smarter and playing more often, we have the power to stimulate our economy and improve our health.
It's time to be more mindful of our time. Until we get more of those paid vacation days, we need to learn to take moments throughout the day as mini vacations. Start with a single minute. It's the small, essential first step we need to take back our time.
Think of it as a very long "Ahhhhh".
Take Back Your Time Day
Here is a great website for more info on Take Back Your Time Day. I especially like the downloadable/printable posters.
My favorite? The one that says, "Medieval peasants worked less than you do!"
It's enough to make me want to stage an uprising.
Um. If I had time. ;-)
Here's a thought: We turn our clocks back an hour on October 31st, one week from Take Back Your Time Day. We normally do nothing with that hour--we just change our clocks and that hour is swallowed up in the course of the day.
This week, consider the fact that you have 60(!) opportunities for mindful minutes that you won't even have to use as part of your "real" time. What a gift!
Use them throughout your week, and see how you feel by Halloween.
Here's that website:
http://www.timeday.org
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Maya Talisman Frost is a mind masseuse. Her work has inspired thinkers in over 90 countries. This article appeared in the Friday Mind Massage, a free weekly ezine serving up a satisfying blend of clarity, comfort and comic relief. To subscribe, visit http://www.massageyourmind.com.
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©Copyright 2004, Maya Talisman Frost
52 Best Stories – - An Angel Named Cheyenne
WARNING: If you work in an office, have elder parents, and love animals, do not read this story now but print it out and take it home to read.
Twenty-four of our 52Best Readers work at the Dallas SPCA and two invited me for a tour. What an absolutely memorable visit. The dogs and cats were exceptionally healthy and in clean and bright quarters with care givers that obviously loved and cared for them. PLEASE, if you are considering adopting a pet, go to your local SPCA or humane society. This is the only place on earth where love is for sale.
With Kind Regards, Sandy
"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived.
But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody.
Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered. In vain. Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed,
"I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs-all jumped up, trying to reach me.
I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons-too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down.
It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog.
"Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement.
"He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly. As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.
"You mean you're going to kill him?"
"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog." I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision.
"I'll take him," I said.
I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch.
"Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly. Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust.
"If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it."
Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house. Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples.
"You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!" Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.
We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.
Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout.
They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet. Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends.
Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers."
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," the pastor said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article.
Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter, his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father, and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood.
I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
~ The author is Catherine Moore ~
http://www.52best.com/cheyenne.asp
One Man’s Australia
Glen will be back soon.
Northern Lighties
In any other century I probably would have been an explorer.
I like traveling to new parts of the world, or country, or, in my depleted resources case, even the Province that I live in. Seeing new sights is actually quite exciting.
Mind you, I must admit that I would probably be the equivalent of Christopher Columbus or even "Wrong Way" Corrigan.
Columbus of course setting out to find a route to India and bumping into America along the way while "Wrong Way" set out to fly to Paris and went from New York to the West Coast of America instead.
So you may get the picture as to my style of exploration.
You see….I set out to go somewhere and then get sidetracked. At some stage I will decide to go down a side road or try a different direction and within a short space of time I am wonderfully lost.
Please note that I did say "wonderfully" lost as opposed to "hopelessly" lost.
I get out of sight, sound and sense lost in a way that adds wonder to my life and I am never hopeless in my attempts to find my way back.
All you women may now stop sniggering.
Not only was I a Navigating Officer for many years, which means that given a map I can always find my way anywhere, but I enjoy getting lost in order to use the map anyway.
Not to mention that I can always get to a destination if I want to.
Without asking for directions.
Mostly.
So, having to drive down to Windsor for a potjiekos competition, and having the weekend off for a change I decided to leave early on the Saturday and treat myself to further adventures.
I sort of had a plan.
Go to London via Brantford and then head west.
The easy part of the trip was soon accomplished with a sideways trip into London to get refreshments and visit the information booth.
On the 401 heading west and just outside Chatham I noticed another information booth and decided to pop in there to get a map of the area.
As an aside here may I just state how fortunate we are in this country to have these places with their masses of free information available
I soon discovered that the booth was attached to a Vintage Car restoration factory and museum. Even though I didn't take up the offer of the $5 guided tour of the place the young lady at the desk gave me masses of information on the place anyway, probably because she wanted to talk to someone.
I intend to go back one day to RM Classic Cars. If only to see the masses of cars I have only ever heard about in magazines. Horsch, Talbot-Largo, Duesenburg, Packard and a host of others that I could see through the door's windows. Until my breath frosted the glass that is.
A pilgrimage in honour of my murdered best friend who loved cars and would have spent hours there.
Which is probably why I decided at this stage to go to Blenheim.
Blenheim is actually South East of Chatham and as I was going west to Windsor it made sense to do a sideways trip east. At least to me. Anyway it was toward Lake Erie and once I hit the Lake I could follow the shoreline around to Windsor.
So runs my logic.
I was, of course, too late for the Cherry Festival and I never did find the Willow Creek Farms for some Maple syrup, but I am reliably informed that Blenheim has some serious fashion houses. Which I guess means that blinking on the way through is not advised.
I blinked and wound up on Highway 3 traveling west once more.
On the edge of Lake Erie. Now it is rather interesting that there appears to be a cliff of sorts all the way along the lake edge from here to almost at the entrance to the Detroit waterway. It reminded me ever so much of the North and South coasts of Natal actually. Both in style of housing as well as the general flora that grew there.
The houses appear to be mainly on the south, or Lake, side of the road and the farmlands on the north.
At virtually every farm house along the road there were stands selling fruit and vegetables. This is where you come across a particularly interesting Canadian phenomenon. The "honour" box! I lost count of how many of these stalls had prices on their produce with a box at the end of the stall and a sign that said, "place money here"!
Open boxes. With money in them. And people choosing their food and placing the money in there.
It is so…so …well I guess refreshing…to know that there are still so many honest people left in this world. And so many trusting people as well.
Not to mention the odd baffled person.
I decided to buy some mielies at one farm stall. Sorry. I mean "Peaches and Cream" corn actually. Did you know that the name refers to the two-tone colour variation? It doesn't have the hint of any peaches let alone cream in the taste. It is actually a hybrid of white and yellow corns, which were grown over forty years ago, and apparently the true peaches and cream variety no longer exists.
Now we have bi-coloured corn that the average consumer labels "peaches and cream" when it actually has names culled from the fertile imagination of a lover of King Arthur and Camelot: Temptation, Ivanhoe, Lancelot, even Sir Galahad. So we are more likely to eat Sir Galahad than any peaches and cream. I am not even going to go there you disgusting lot!
After a while I began to notice that the stalls had changed from fruit to tomatoes. Lots of tomatoes. Of all shapes sizes and varieties. Did you know there are different varieties of tomatoes?
I only knew three: Field, hothouse and Roma!
Which was when I remembered that Heinz has a huge factory around Pelee Point somewhere.
Leamington as I was soon to discover.
Which is where they have a tomato festival that doesn't appear on any of the tourist brochures. Merely on flyers attached to every signpost and tree within a ten-mile radius of the town. I am intrigued though. Was this the first year of the Festival? Was it spontaneous? Why can't I get any information on this? Even the official website of Leamington merely has an entry stating that from August 20th to the 22nd there is a tomato festival. Maybe all the mullet wearing, Trans Am driving good-ole-country boys blocking the streets with their antics was the reason but we may never know. It did however bring a nostalgic memory of Boksburg Boykies to mind!
At this stage I decide to toddle off to Pelee Point. If for no other reason than to say I had been to the Southern most point of contiguous Canada. (Nice word that….Contiguous… means part of the mainland because there is some question as to whether Pelee Island can lay claim to that title rather. If I had caught the ferry to the island I would probably claim it was. I didn't and so Pelee Point is instead. OK? )
Point Pelee is actually a 10-kilometre sandspit with its southern point equal in latitude to the northern border of California. This is something that not many people are aware of. Tell that to Canadians even and they look at you as if you have heatstroke. Which given that you are as low down as California may indeed be the case. In summer anyway.
So there I was on Canada's southernmost tip.
Way away from where I was supposed to be. With night approaching and many miles to go and a big smile on my face.
I was living up to my reputation again.
No queries received this week.
Dear Maureen
We need your help please. Is there anyone returning from Toronto, Canada to Durban, South Africa in the next months, who would like to share a container, please? Anyone interested can contact me at admin@cfi.org.za.
Kind regards
Alana
Company for Immigration
If you are looking for a lost friend... if you would like old friends to contact you... If you want to find old school friends... if you just want people who used to know you to find you again for a chat...
Send in your info, the info of anyone you are looking for and let’s see if we can find them for you!
SA Club Luxembourg
Hi everyone,
Hope you all had a great summer vacation and of course now it is time to get back to work and prepare for those long winter nights but think you can at least snuggle up to the fireplace with a blanket and a good book.
Thanks to everyone who supported the events during this past year especially the Freedom Day Celebrations and Braai, I do not think the guys have made as many wors rolls as what they did this past year so Lo just keep on making.
The Ostrich weekend was a great success and hopefully this will now become an annual event.
Just to give you some dates to put in your calendar for November.
7th November 2004
The annual "Fête de l'Amitié" or "Friendship Day" in Sandweiler which is held at the Cultural Center in rue Principal. This is a day for all the foreigners living in Sandweiler to present their countries. Meaning that those that take part, prepare the traditional foods from their country for everyone to taste, to present typical drinks of the country and to display items representing their country, whether it be groceries or ornaments (either for sale or only used for display).
The tasting is for free. The main aim for this event is to get everyone together and have fun sharing our traditions with one another. Everyone is welcome to come along and see the goodies on display and more, important to taste them all!
27th and 28th November 2004
The famous International Bazaar. As you all know the Bazaar has been going for more than 25 years and this is one of the biggest charity events to be held in Luxembourg. This will be the 11th year for the South African stand and we can only say that we will continue because of the support from all of you. This year we will have the normal crafts, pottery, candles, soaps and many more items.
We will still have the food stand with South African wines, cider and beer. Boerewors rolls and ostrich steaks will be on sale. This year we will bring back the Nice 'n Spicy spices, Mrs Balls chutney, Ouma rusks, biltong, dry wors, chili sticks and lots of other nice goodies as well.
December 2004
Children’s Christmas Party, give us your views.
Till next time
Pat and Elaine
Men bashing........
This from Sharon Waddington
1. Don't imagine you can change a man - unless he's in nappies.
2. What do you do if your boyfriend walks out? You shut the door.
3. If they put a man on the moon - they should be able to put them all up there.
4. Never let your man's mind wander - it's too small to be out alone.
5. Go for the younger man. You might as well, they never mature anyway.
6. Men are all the same - they just have different faces, so that you can tell them apart.
7. Definition of a bachelor: a man who has missed the opportunity to make some woman miserable.
8. Women don't make fools of men - most of them are the do-it-yourself types.
9. Best way to get a man to do something is to suggest he is too old for it.
10. Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye-opener.
11. If you want a committed man, look in a mental hospital.
12. The children of Israel wandered around the desert for 40 years. Even in Biblical times, men wouldn't ask for directions.
13. If he asks what sort of books you're interested in, tell him cheque books.
14. Remember a sense of humour does not mean that you tell him jokes, it means that you laugh at his.
15. Sadly, all men are created equal.
In case you missed them.. here are the Halloween recipes again!
Dinosaur Eggs from VegWeb.com
Ingredients:
1-1/2 cup chopped grasshoppers (chopped dates)
1-1/4 cup squashed bugs (peanut butter or almond butter)
1 cup rocks (chopped walnuts or pecans)
3/4 cup dry grass (toasted wheat germ)
1 cup crumbled egg shells (shaved coconut, wide shreds)
1/2 cup crushed bones (instant tofu or soy milk powder) or enough for proper
consistency
3-4 tbsp swamp water (carob flavored soy milk)
1/4 cup bugs eggs (sesame seeds)
1 tbsp lava (unsulphured light molasses or maple syrup)
1 lb dirt (2 cups carob chips)
1/4 cup Adams Ale (hot water)
Directions:
With hands, mix together grashoppers (dates), bugs (peanut butter), rocks (nuts), dried grass (wheat germ), egg shells (coconut shreds), crushed bones (milk powder) swamp water (carob flavored soy milk), bugs eggs (sesame seeds) and lava (molasses or maple syrup). Roll into balls. Melt dirt (carob chips) in top of double boiler over hot water. Using tongs, dip dinosaur eggs (candy pieces) into dirt (melted carob chips) to cover entire egg. Arrange on wax paper and store in refrigerator or freezer. These dinosaur eggs also taste great without any dirt (carob chip) covering. Makes about 3 dozen eggs that look like chocolate balls.
Serves: about 3 dozen "eggs"
Preparation time: 1 hour
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Here is a tasty recipe for the season - pumpkin pancakes. It came from AllRecipes.com
These barely-sweetened fluffy pancakes feature ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg to emphasize the pumpkin flavor. Serve them hot with maple syrup for the best autumn or winter breakfast dish ever.
Prep Time: 20 Minutes
Cook Time: 20 Minutes
Ready In: 40 Minutes
Makes: 12 pancakes
Submitted By: Ruth
Ingredients
2 cups all-purpose flour
3 tablespoons brown sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon salt
1 ½ cups milk
1 cup pumpkin puree
1 egg (or 1 heaped tablespoon ground flax seeds mixed with ¼ cup of water)
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 tablespoons vinegar
Directions
1. In a separate bowl, mix together the milk, pumpkin, egg, oil and vinegar. Combine the flour, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda, allspice, cinnamon, ginger and salt; stir into the pumpkin mixture just enough to combine.
2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately ¼ cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.
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Blue Witch's Brew
From The North American Blueberry Council
Scare up this shake for all your ghosts and goblins on Halloween. You'll have them shouting "yum" instead of "boo!"
Serving Size: 4 Preparation Time :0:10
2 1/2 cups fresh or frozen, thawed blueberries
1 1/4 cups apple juice
1 cup vanilla ice cream or soy/rice ice cream
1/4 cup milk or soy milk
3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
In a blender whirl blueberries, apple juice, ice cream, milk and cinnamon until smooth. Serve immediately.
Yield: 4 cups
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Vampire's Blood Shake
From Lori's Halloween Web Site
2 cups plain yogurt
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 package frozen strawberries or raspberries, thawed
ice cubes
1 pint strawberry ice cream
1. Mix yogurt, vanilla, and berries in the blender.
2. Pour into tall glasses over ice cubes, or chill.
3. Top with a big spoonful of strawberry ice cream.
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Spooky Eyeball Tacos
Recipe Adapted from Kraft Halloween 1998
Serving Size: 12
Notes: Tasty meatballs are the eyeballs in this kid-pleasing dish.
1 package vegetarian burger crumbles (such as Morningstar Farms brand)
1 packet vegetarian taco seasoning
12 taco shells
shredded lettuce
chopped tomatoes
salsa
sour cream
pitted olives, sliced
Prepare burger crumbles with taco season according to seasoning mix directions. Let cool, then shape into 36 (1-inch) balls; place in 13x9-inch-baking dish. Bake at 350°F for 15 to 20 minutes or until cooked through. Fill each of 12 taco shells with 1 meatball, salsa, lettuce and tomato. Top with 2 additional meatballs dipped in sour cream. Garnish with sliced pitted ripe olives to create "eyes." Makes 12 servings.
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Blood and Guts
(Pineapple with Vanilla Pudding and Strawberries)
Submitted by Karl Wacker
1 can pineapple chunks
1 package quick set vanilla pudding mix
1 cup milk
1 small box/bag of frozen strawberries in heavy syrup
Defrost strawberries. Drain the pineapple chunks of their juice*.
Place pineapple chunks in bowl. Mix pudding with milk and, when it starts to set (after about 30 seconds), pour over pineapple chunks. Just before serving, top with strawberries in syrup, and stir slightly. Looks gross, tastes great.
* To Drain Pineapple Chunks: Make two holes in top of can, invert can over glass to catch juice (if desired). Shake can once or twice to aid in draining.
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Bloody Eyeballs on the Rocks
Recipe By: Creepy Cuisine, Lucy Munroe
Serving Size: 6 Preparation Time :0:00
12 radishes
7 ounces olives - pimento-stuffed
46 ounces tomato juice
Prepare these bloody eyeballs the day before your plan to serve them. Peel radishes, leaving thin streaks of red skin on them for blood vessels. Using the tip of the vegetable peeler or a small, knife, carefully scoop out a small hole in each radish. Stuff a green olive, pimento side out, in each hole. Place 1 radish eyeball in each section of an empty ice cube tray. You may need to pare your eyeballs down a bit to fit. Fill the tray with water and freeze overnight. Pour tall glasses 3/4 full of tomato juice and add a pair of eyeballs to each glass.
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Slash 'Em, Gash 'Em Spuds
Recipe By: Creepy Cuisine, Lucy Munroe
Serving Size: 6 Preparation Time :0:00
6 medium russet potatoes
2 teaspoons salt
½ cup milk
4 tablespoons butter or margarine -- softened
1 teaspoon pepper
12 small mushrooms
2 red bell peppers - cored, seeded and sliced
assorted vegetables - broccoli, zucchini, carrots, etc.
ketchup
additional melted butter
Peel off potato skins with a vegetable peeler. Cut potatoes into quarters and put them in a large pot 3/4 full of cold water. Add 1 teaspoon of salt to the water, cover the pot and boil for 15 to 20 minutes, or until the potatoes are soft. Using a slotted spoon, carefully remove potatoes from the hot water and place in a large mixing bowl. Add the milk, butter, pepper and the remaining teaspoon of salt. Beat with an electric mixer for 3 to 4 minutes, or until light and fluffy. Spoon a mound of potatoes onto individual plates. Allow to cool slightly, then using clean hands, sculpt a human head on each plate. Using vegetables of your choice, add eyes, a nose and a mouth to each head. Try mushrooms for eyes, red pepper slices for lips, broccoli for hair or moustaches, etc. Using a blunt knife, slash a gash down the side of each head. Pour ketchup (blood) into each gash and dribble on melted-butter pus for a deliciously disgusting side dish!
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Poached Skull and Crossbones
Recipe By: Creepy Cuisine, Lucy Munroe
Serving Size: 4
4 bananas
1 can pear halves - drained
1 handful raisins
strawberry or raspberry fruit sauce - or "all fruit" preserves
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Cut bananas in half lengthwise and place 2 halves, or bones, crisscrossed in X shapes in a baking dish or on a cookie sheet. Place your pear-half skulls on top of the banana X's, curved side up. With a blunt knife, make 2 small slits in the pears for the eyes. Insert a raisin in each slit. Bake for 10 to 15 minutes.
Remove from the oven and carefully transfer to individual serving plates. Drip some fruit sauce blood around your creepy crossbones.
Euro Tour chiefs back Els in row [iafrica.com]
European tour chiefs are poised for a showdown with their American counterparts in a bid to stop the US Tour from pressuring players from competing in Europe.
http://sport.iafrica.com/golf/news/386672.htm
Bojé still in the dark [Super Cricket]
Time is running out and Nicky Bojé still does not know if he is leaving with his South African teammates on the tour to India on Thursday next week.
http://www.supercricket.co.za/default.asp?id=130140&des=article&sca...
Well done Burger! [IOL]
They seem to be getting younger and younger. Schalk Burger, at the tender age of 21, is South Africa's Rugby Player of the Year for 2004.
http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=6&click_id=18&art_id...
Klusener to skipper Dolphins [News 24]
Lance Klusener will step into the captain's boots for the Dolphins in their four day SuperSport Series match against the Eagles at Kingsmead from Thursday to Sunday.
http://www.news24.com/News24/Sport/Cricket/0,,2-9-839_1614285,00.html
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