Thursday, 17 May 2018

Number 26: Exploring the sights and flavors of Croatia with Collen and Sarah.


I emailed Collen about our 2 bedroomed apartment in Jelsa, Hvar Island and asked if he and Sarah wanted to join us. 
He said yes, how I loved that reply.

Number 26:
Exploring the sights and flavours of Croatia with Collen and Sarah.

A window into the world of Split and Hvar Island, Croatia, may 2018.
We:
Watched the sunrise from our balcony in Jelsa, Hvar Island.
Walked the old city of Split, following in the footsteps of Emperor Diocletian and the TV series Game of Thrones with our guide Vjeran Mlacic.
Navigated the steep flights of steps up the Split Bell Tower and the winding flight of stairs to the Marjan Peninsula, where we walked around the wooded peninsula.
Hopped on the Jadrolinija ferry from Split to Stari Grad.
Hired a Renault to explore Hvar Island, Fred and Collen laughed and joked with the entrepreneurial young Daniel.
Joined Sarah for Sunday Mass at the parish church of St Mary Magdalene in Svirce and quietly took in the strong clear voices of the choir echoing under the dome.
Had G&T sundowners on our balcony, the exotic Opihr Oriental Spiced Gin, a gift from Collen.
Listened to church bells.
People watched along the Riva.
Identified a surprising bird for my European list, a Turtle Dove and heard the Scops Owl calling all night.
Popped into a bakery each day to try different breads, all quite perfect.
Provisioned at markets.
Marveled at the UNESCO Stari Grad Plain, a cultural landscape unchanged since the 4thC BC Greek colonisers, each square centimeter under crops, vines and olive groves and separated by dry stone walls. 
Appreciated the yellow broom in flower and the red of poppies standing out against the grey stones on our early morning walk on the plain.
Found the abandoned village of Malo Grablje, a cuckoo was calling, wandered around lost for a while before falling into Berti Tudor’s remarkable Konoba called Stori Komin to experience a Peka, the traditional island style of cooking under a bell surrounded by a wood fire.
Swam in the Adriatic, off a pebble beach called Dubovica, such a lovely secluded bay.
Treated ourselves to coffee and a cheese burek along our walks.
Strode out along the magnificent 5 km coastal road between Jelsa and Vrboska, watching the sea change colour and mood.
Bought traditional honey biscuits called, paprejnok, with a history going back to 1167, from a bakery in Stari Grad. Our biscuits were shaped as fish.
Drove the Pitve – Zavala tunnel; a rough, damp tunnel with poor visibility, and Fred was the first to swim in the clear, warm Adriatic Sea at Zavala.
Enjoyed an abundance of seafood; grilled sea bass, fish soup, octopus salad, prawns with chickpeas and seafood pasta.
Bought delicious olive oil, fig jam and tomato jam from Angelika at Murvica in Jelsa.
Bought 'flowers of salt' in Split, a premium Adriatic salt in a limestone container.
Ambled along the Route 116 to Sucuraj and took in the fabulous views across the Adriatic Sea to the mainland of Croatia or out to the further Dalmation islands beyond Hvar.
Had a peaceful leisurely Sunday lunch on a veranda floating above the marina and fishing harbor at Vrboska, a gem here on Hvar with its canal and stone bridges.
Drank the local beer, carafes of the local white wine and tried different varieties of prosek, a sweet desert wine.
Climbed the many steps of the 16thC Fortress Fortica Spanjola for the exceptional views of Hvar Town, the ‘little French Riviera’ of the island.
Pottered around Stari Grad, the 'old town' which has been around for more than 2400 years, 'smashed' pizzas and enjoyed tea and cakes.



Monday, 14 May 2018

Number 25: An abandoned rural village, Konoba Stori Komin, meeting Berti Tudor and a culinary speciality, the Lamb Peka

The fascination of Malo Grablje
I had been alerted to the marvels of Peka, a Dalmatian culinary speciality by VJ our Split guide and specifically to Berti Tudor of Konoba Stori Komin, which is set in the abandoned village of Malo Grablje, en route to Hvar Town. 

Number 25:
An abandoned rural village, Konoba Stori Komin, meeting Berti Tudor and a culinary speciality, the Lamb Peka

OK, so context needed - a Konoba is a Dalmation eatery,  Stori Komin means "old hearth", Berti Tudor is owner chef and the old hearth is the heart of his family home in Malo Grablje, where he remembers being with his mother, father and grandfather around the hearth for warmth, for light and for the family dinner. 
The small rural village of Malo Grablje though, was abandoned in the 1950's, it's crumbling ruins are being taken over by nature and among his childhood memories and the ruin of his family home, Berti has created his Konoba! 
A reed thin, fast talking, hard drinking and smoking chef who fed us a magnificent feast and entertained us all afternoon.

Making our way to Konona Stori Komin, our Peka awaits us!
After hours of slow cooking our chef removed the peka dish from the coals, lifted the bell shaped lid, added sea salt and dried thyme from the mountains around the village, added more meat juices and our lamb peka was ready!
The four of us were in awe of the simplicity of the dish, the depth of flavour, the melt in the mouth lamb, the delicious potatoes, we ate with gusto, quaffed liters of Berti's house wine, dipped crusty bread into the juices and we were happy, very happy.


An afternoon of culinary magic with Berti, he and Collen shared bee-keeping stories too.
Shutters with attitude, Malo Grablje.

There are moments in any travelers life that you know and deeply appreciate why you leave the comfort of  your home, pack a bag, put up with airports and the challenge of long flights, and navigate different languages and cultures.

And this was one of these moments for Fred and me, spending time with our friends Collen and Sarah, being away from the crowds  in a beautiful remote part of Croatia among the ruins of Malo Grablje, meeting a remarkable man, hearing his story, being fed an authentic meal with the ease and confidence of someone who knows and understands his roots, his heritage and his land. 

It's a harsh and unforgiving landscape and life has not been simple but he can show us a New York Times article from 2011 featuring him and his Konoba and we experience him just the same as the journalist and I have no doubt that he will continue his authentic path.

Number 25 in my year of a hundred different things has shifted something in me and I feel grateful.

A meal to remember: 3 starter plates - cheese, olives, tomato, Dalmation smoked ham (called Prsut); octopus salad; anchovies and capers. Lamb peka. Melted, mild goats cheese with honey. Prosek (sweet red desert wine). Sugared almonds. Turkish coffee.

Sunday, 13 May 2018

Number 24: The joy of Extra Virgin Olive Oil on Hvar Island

Murvica Olive Oil, Jelsa, Hvar Island, Croatica

A little bit of google research led Sarah and I down a dusty side road in Jelsa to meet Angelika 

Gurdulic of Murvica Restaurant, for an olive oil tasting and to buy her homemade products.

I have so appreciated learning about the Dalmatian olive varietals and making evo oil converts and evo oil snobs of Collen and Sarah!

Number 24:
The joy of Extra Virgin Olive Oil on Hvar Island.

The island of Hvar is dominated by the Dalmation Oblica olive along with a few other indigenous varieties. These olives makes a delicious oil with moderate bitterness and pungency and a strong smell of fresh olives.

The small scale olive groves are dotted all around the island on every available piece of land  surrounded by stonewalls. Not only olive trees but also vines, fig trees, rows of vegetables and other fruit trees too, the islanders are industrious and have made the best of the endless sunshine and rocky soils.
A typical scene on Hvar Island. Olive trees both old and new.

We have been lathering our fresh, crusty bread and salads with Angelika’s oil, a completely wonderful part of our stay. And as one restauranteur said to us while sharing her pungent new season oil: "This what we do, we make our own olive oil."

Friday, 11 May 2018

Number 23: Diocletian Split and Game of Thrones, an evening with Vjeran Mlacic

The remarkably well preserved Roman architecture in Split made for fantastic location choices for the Game of Thrones TV series. Fred and I are fans.  I have even waded through all 7 books of the George RR Martin books, thanks to June and Ross.

Number 23:
Diocletian Split and Game of Thrones, an evening with Vjeran Mlacic


Diocletian Palace basement halls built between 295-305 AD,
also the scenes of Daenerys interactions with her dragons in Game of Thrones.
The Game of Thrones shop in Split put me touch with VJ and he made time for a private tour last evening for the four of us. Collen and Sarah had arrived earlier in the day from the UK and it was thrilling to meet up over beers, wine and a G&T.
We loved the walkabout, digging deep into the Roman history for Fred, but also been shown the locations where the GoT seasons 4 and 5 were filmed. Dragons, Meereen, Daenerys, battle scenes with the Sons of Harpy, the Unsullied, the Kill the Masters scene and so much more.
Collen and Sarah belong to the rare club of never having watched the series but they were loving it all anyway.

Team K and Team B in Split, exploring the Game of Thrones film sets.
VJ is fabulous! Loves his city, is passionate about history and tells the stories with ease.
Contact email for a private tour is vjeranmlacic@gmail.com.

Thursday, 10 May 2018

Number 22: Croatia, we have now been to 1/5 of the world's countries.


Kersten Countries Visited Map
Looking at our map, we have travelled and yet we have not.
To date we have visited 20% of the world's countries!


Number 22:
Croatia, we have now been to 1/5 of the world's countries

I am captivated by Split, our first stop here in Croatia.
The light on these centuries old stones of Split is subtle and striking.
In Split, Medieval is new, eclipsed by Roman architecture! 

Captivating Split.


Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Number 21: Finding bears in Freising, Bavaria

The story of a bear dominates Freising, a small Bavarian town near Munich Airport. A Frankish missionary bishop, Corbinian, had arrived at the court of the Bavarian duke in Freising in 715, with his bear.
So we went bear spotting this morning.

Number 21: 
Finding bears in Freising, Bavaria

And we found plenty. 
After a night on a plane, it was such a treat to be outdoors on this sunny warm morning, taking in the wild spring flowers, the loads of flowering plants at the market on Marienplatz, walking along the river, hearing the Blue Tits calling, watching a coot feed her young, and ambling around the Freising Cathedral. 
A good coffee and wonderful pastries, we have landed.
A morning in Freising, among the bears.

A reflective moment at the Freising Cathedral.
The Baroque portal from 1681 has a statue of St. Corbinian and his bear.

Sunday, 29 April 2018

Number 20: Round the World every time, a unique friendship

Fred capturing a Pied Kingfisher
A round trip from Hawaii to Johannesburg is 25000 miles, a round the world trip, so how about doing that trip 15 times in 8  years!

We are home after a few days in the Pilansberg National Park with our friends from Maui, the John's and they have just left for their 14th trip to the Kruger National Park.


NUMBER 20:
Round the World every time 

It is their deep appreciation for the wildlife here in South Africa that keeps them coming back, loaded with cameras, lenses, iPads and lists. 

They have been to more than 10 of our parks over the last 8 years, but it's Kruger that they love. During their 14 Kruger trips, which is over 150 days in the park, they have stayed at all the camps and bush camps and driven every road many times over. 

In 2017 we met up 3 times, twice in the Kruger National Park, we hiked the wild flower trails in the West Coast National Park and went out to sea from Cape Town on a 4 day pelagic for seabirds! 

We met in the summer of 2013 at the Karoo National Park, they were star gazing, a glass of red wine in hand, when Fred decided to share some of his knowledge about our southern skies. 

The friendship has been easy, heated when politics is the topic, but so unique in that we can spend many, many hours together in a car, loving the bush, taking amazing photographs and videos, game and birdwatching, having a breakfast 'skottle' and an evening braai, and I keep learning more about our parks and our wildlife, from these 'tourists'. 

A glimpse of a Brown Hyena!

See you both in Cortina, Italy in June, for hikes in the Dolomites and good food! 
PS - it's December, another South African trip and KNP for another two visits.

Tuesday, 24 April 2018

Number 6 Part 3: Seeing my city through its Art Galleries: Juta Street, Braamfontein

We found a window of time in our diaries to continue our quest to visit the top Art Galleries in our city. Mondays are tricky to find anything open but we choose the Stevenson Gallery in Braamfontein and spent time along Juta Street.

NUMBER: 6
Seeing my city through its Art Galleries, Juta Street, Braamfontein

A walk along Juta Street, Braamfontein
The quiet, gentile space of the gallery is a stark contrast to the urban busyness of Juta Street and I was completely enthralled with the Deborah Poynton Exhibition: 'The Human Abstract' , titled after a poem by William Blake. The art of this Cape Town based artist is finely detailed realism combined with loose gestural brushwork and unpainted areas as she explores the Blake theme of each virtue requiring its opposite to exist at all. My virtual spend was R330000 on a 190 x 230cm oil on canvas called 'Desert Wild become a Garden Mild', it held me in an awe.

Our next destination was 99 Juta, a newly renovated Art Deco space, featuring pop-up exhibitions and the iconic Doktor and Misses, a modernist furniture, lighting and interior objects business. Martie wanted to see her friend Claire Waters' pottery at the 991/2 Vases exhibition and we were able to access the space thanks to Katy from Doktor and Misses. The building is exciting, having kept original elements like the staircase, and is a breath of fresh air among the urban decay along Juta.

Any outing needs a good coffee and Braamies has plenty of trendy choices, ours was Post, just near the gallery, an unpretentious, quirky and just perfect for a quiet moment with a dear friend.

Sunday, 22 April 2018

Number 19: A standout Wedding Song


The wedding dance.
I have been listening to Baaba Maal with Mumford and Sons this morning.

The song "There will be Time", performed live in South Africa, has lyrics that make me catch my breath, and this is the song Kim and Barry choose for their wedding dance.

I love everything about their choice of song it so reflects their happiness and love.

Number 19: 
A Standout Wedding Song

In the cold light, I live to love and adore you
It's all that I am, it's all that I have
In the cold light I live, I only live for you
It's all that I am, it's all that I have
There is a time, a time to love
A time to sing, a time to shine
A time to leave, a time to stay
There is a time, a time to cry
A time to love, a time to live
There is a time, a time to sing
A time to love








Three weeks ago we quietly basked in our son's wedding day. The build-up, the preparation, Barry getting dressed among the companionship of his bestmen, the subtle beauty of the Magaliesberg, a restful chapel, a quite beautiful bride - we have a daughter-in-law!, a beaming Barry, an unusual venue decorated with care and detail, these two people surrounded by a roomful of family and friends who value them...

Venue at Black Horse Brewery














Mother and Father of the Groom, a rare and quite wonderful moment in our lives.

A happy FotG and MotG
The mantle of mother lifts from my shoulders as I acknowledge the adult Barry has become and the husband he will be.


Tuesday, 17 April 2018

Number 18: Remembering Shirlee

I took down the birthday calendar behind the bathroom door this morning and noted a death. Shirlee died yesterday. 

NUMBER 18:
Remembering Shirlee

My early childhood and teenage memories are defined by family get-togethers at Kalkwal, the farm of my Grandparents; Percy and Ina Wedderburn. 
The extended family would spend lazy December holidays at the farm, swimming in the Modder River, playing cards in the cage to avoid the fierce summer afternoon heat, tea under the huge pepper trees in the front garden, dinners in the cool, dark dining room, the 'grown-ups' having a game of scrabble and how I loved the build up to Christmas Day.
For me, it was all about my cousins. And especially Shirlee.
My heart is so aware today of how our lives and the choices we made, have kept us apart. 
I thank you for the times we did have and for what you meant to me, and I choose to remember you as my beautiful golden cousin.

Me with Shirlee and her first child, Shinel.
The Wedderburn clan at Kalkwal in the Free State

Wednesday, 4 April 2018

Number 17: Two Paintings, Three Sisters

There is a new oil painting hanging in my lounge in Johannesburg and soon Doreen will have one hanging in her home in Hilton, KZN too. The artist, Inel Date from The Artshed, Cowra, New South Wales, Australia.
There are 3 blue palette knife scrapes in the landscapes, that is us, the three Wedderburn sisters.

NUMBER 17:
Two Paintings, Three Sisters

Two Paintings, Three Sisters
Our story as sisters is a little different, when I left Vanderbiljpark to go to Johannesburg at 17, Inel was 6 and Doreen 2 years old and being a self-centered teenager, I had paid scant attention to these little girls around me.
A wedding has brought us together again.
One of the quiet pleasures in my life has been overcoming our age gaps and geographical separation; and getting to know and appreciate these two beautiful and creative women.
I look at my landscape and I am happy to know that somewhere in the world I have two sisters that I love.

Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Number 16: An Alphabet Blanket for a dearest little Boy

It's very early, the house is eerily quiet which had not been the case for the last week and I have been tripping over 'different things', so it's a good time to think about this particular post. I have used quiet time over the last month to work doggedly at finishing a knitted Alphabet blanket for James, my grandson, who is upstairs sleeping.

NUMBER 16: 
An Alphabet Blanket for a dearest little Boy

A blanket for James
This knitting project started a while ago with a pattern from Resi who made the blanket for her granddaughter. 
While in New Zealand last year I bought the wool, a soft possum, merino and cotton blend from Zealana called Kiwi - very apt for my little Kiwi man. 
Making the squares was a cinch, but I was sorely challenged with the thought of crocheting the 36 blocks to make up the blanket. 
The deadline for his visit got me spending hours and hours in front of the TV, listening to cricket, and slowly it all came together. Fred pressed the blanket and we fetched James from the airport.
He is a real boy, running, playing, exploring, swimming and a blanket holds no appeal but I know in the quiet moments in his cot in his home in Wellington, New Zealand, his mom will tell him about his Nan in South Africa who knitted his blanket.

Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Number 15: Mastering a dessert, Flans and Clafoutis

"I've attached the recipe for the plum tart as requested by SJ. We cut the
sugar down further and use two more plums than the recipe calls for. We
weigh the plums without the stone.

Love,
Karin"

I have a refrain in my head that I do not - or cannot bake - so one of my different things this year is to master a dessert, specifically a flan, and particularly Clafoutis in cherry season. 
At our last bookclub Karin effortlessly presented a plum flan, good for teas and even better as a dessert with ice cream or marscapone. So I am off shopping for ingredients now and doing my first dry run for coffee evening with my quilt group.

NUMBER 15:
Mastering a dessert,  Flans and Clafoutis

Flan Ingredients:
175 g sugar, 55 g butter, 115 g plain flour, 5 ml baking powder, 5 ml grated orange or lemon rind, 60 ml skimmed milk, 450 g plums stoned and halved, 115 g brown sugar, 5 ml cinnamon.

How to:
In a large bowl and using a mixer, cream together the sugar and butter, beat in eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Combine flour, baking powder and orange/lemon rind, beat into egg mixture alternately with milk, making three additions of flour and two of milk. Turn into a greased 25 cm spring form cake tine. Arrange plums, cut side down, in circles on top, lightly pushing into mixture. Combine brown sugar and cinnamon, sprinkle over plums.
Bake at 180 C for 45-55 minutes or until top is golden and skewer inserted into flan comes out clean.
Serves 10.
(Can use nectarines or apricots, tinned apples or pears too.)

The making of a plum flan.

The first change I am making is to use my gorgeous brick red French Emile Henry Tatin dish to both bake and serve the flan in. I found large, ripe black plums for this first attempt and used half the quantity of treacle sugar. 
So first learning is that the plums dominated the flan, too many and too large and confession - I did not weigh the fruit, baking is not cooking, I will try to be more precise. Taste was yummy though, so ready to try another one next week with more discipline and some tweaks....
Update: so doubled the recipe for a Sunday lunch at June and Ross, too much like a cake and not enough plums, so back to the drawing board!

Gooseberry Clafoutis

Clafoutis Ingredients: 
75 g flour, pinch of salt, 75g castor sugar, 2 eggs, 2 egg yolks, about 250 ml milk, 2 tablespoons melted butter, punnet of Cape gooseberries soaked in Caramel Vodka.

How to:
Sifted flour and sugar in the bowl, make a well for the eggs and milk and beat gradually, add melted butter. The batter is like an thin custard. Prepare the flan dish, place fruit on the bottom and pour over the batter mix. Bake for 25 minutes at 200 degrees C. Let cool slightly, dust with castor sugar and serve with thick cream.

I cooked for Gavin and David from London last night and fearlessly made my first Cape Gooseberry Clafoutis, even adapting the traditional French recipe!
Absolutely delicious.
Ok, so either beginners luck or a great recipe, we will see when I make it a second time.
And I did too, this time with raspberries for a special dinner with our family and - delicious!