During the holiday, Simon, who is not an Afrikaner, thank goodness, did all the cooking. He claimed that this was because he wanted to give me time with my grandmother, but having spent the last night cooking chops, I know that the lovely peace in the kitchen while the children rampaged around outside was just as important. Now we're home, I'm going to try to cook more often - I have shelves of cookery books that are untouched from one year to another, so tonight I have dusted off "How to Be a Domestic Goddess" and made a sausage and spinach pie. It is cooking at the moment, and hopefully won't collapse like a fainting maiden when I take it out of the oven; I forgot to make a steam hole, which might lead to disaster later. Skinning sausages, which is a key part of the preparation, is a disgusting job - it makes me feel like a mortician.
Well, it turned out nicely in the end and was very tasty too. Shame it had a soggy bottom.