Mile 8 - Ouma

My ouma was a large woman with big, strong hands that could do the laundry and swat a naughty child at the same time.

My Ouma played a massive role in my love for food and cooking. My mother was one of ten children. You can imagine the chaos on a daily basis. Not only did Ouma have to cook the food and make sure that the kids were looked after, but she also had to keep everyone in line. One of my first memories of her is of me standing on a chair at the stove helping her vleg koeksisters. Those same big, strong hands could also make the most delicate pastry and puddings.