Becoming Rookie Chef Robi

Rookie-Chef-RobiAs a child I told my friends that my father was a chef. Not a superhero or that he was stronger than their dads, but a chef. Seeing the love my dad has always had for food and cooking, him being a chef was the highest form of praise I could give him.

Once I told my teacher the same story. She asked where he cooked. My very childlike and honest reply was, “Oh, only at home.” And that was enough.

When people say that the secret ingredient is love in a special dish, I believe them. I’m convinced I can taste the mood my dad was in when he cooked a particular meal. Once I tasted my dinner and it was bland and stiff, nothing like my dad’s regular tasty dishes. I asked him how he was feeling and his reply was, “I’m a bit sad to be honest. I’m just not feeling like myself.” He puts a little of himself into his cooking and it’s fantastic.

My dad will often say about himself that he’s not very clever and he can’t do very much, but something he can do and where he can make a difference in someone’s life is to cook for them. It’s how he shows love and appreciation and joy. Plus he’s been cooking for almost 50 years so he has learned a thing or two. It’s inspiring.

Passing down the soup ladle

My father’s greatest wish is that one of his kids would inherit this passion for cooking from him. Unfortunately, with a mom who retired from cooking when my dad retired from work, there was a tug-of-war on the matter.

My older brother, Shane, cooks by dialling up Mr Delivery. He does make a delicious Tiramisu though…

My older sister, Kim, is a pretty good cook actually. She loves to make pasta but she doesn’t have a love for cooking.

So it’s up to me and it’s seems Dad may be in luck. From a young age he’s encouraged me to taste a sauce he’s cooking or stir the soup bubbling on the stove. As I got older, he started teaching me to distinguish different flavours and ingredients just by tasting a pot of stew. And I’ll admit, he’s taught me well. The best part of all is seeing his face light up when I guess correctly.

I may be good at flavours and ingredients but I’ve never really tried my hand at cooking. He’s taught me so much about how to cook pasta and what to do to potatoes to make them awesome, but I’ve only barely dabbled at the practical side of things.

Rookie Cook in the making

I’ll be tying the knot and marrying my best friend in November. Due to this big event, Dad has decided that now is the time for me to get my butt into gear. He’s handed over the proverbial (and literal) soup ladle and I will be trying my hand at feeding the family once a week. No judgement, no helping (unless I ask) and minimal interfering. And to be honest, I’m so excited. I definitely think I have a rather large lashing of Dad’s love for cooking in my DNA. Score!

I’ll be sharing with you guys how it goes and what I try out. Maybe you can give me some tips on what to change or where to go for the best and cheapest ingredients in Cape Town or which easy starter-chef recipes I could try. Thankfully I work with the awesome Food24 ladies, so I should be okay.

Here’s to hoping I’ll make Dad proud!

Tonight I’ll be making Mushroom Mac and Cheese (with bacon). Sounds yummo right?

Covered-in-flour kisses,

Rookie Chef Robi 

I don’t feel like a woman…

Wonder Woman

… Because I honestly still feel like a girl.

I recently turned 23 (woohoo!) and I was so sure I’d wake up feeling “older”. Not old, just older. I’m sure of this every year and yet every time a birthday goes by, I end feeling like a little girl.

When I was 16 I was sure I’d feel like a grown up at 18. When 18 came around, I waited patiently for 21 to make me feel like a woman but alas, no such luck. Now that I’m 23 I’m wondering if I’ll feel like a real adult by the time I hit 25 or once I’m married?

It’s not that I don’t feel responsible. I have my moments and I think I handle responsibility well enough at work.

Maybe my problem is the fact that I have 2 much older siblings so I never really get to catch up, do I? Most of my friends are much older than me too. I don’t have any problem with  being the “baby”. I’ve come to accept that, but I want to feel like a  woman, you know?

*Awkward moment up ahead*

Maybe it’s got to do with the fact that I’m still a virgin (yes, I’m waiting until Daniel and I get marriage, that’s my right). Ladies, does it make a huge difference? What was your experience?

So, I just thought I’d share that with you and I want to know how all of you feel. When did your “womanhood” kick in? Marriage, motherhood, when you bought your first car? Let me know in the comments.

Thanks for reading the randomness that is this little post.

Robi x

(P.S. I wonder how many of you thought I was about to share that I want a sex change…)

Spending time together

My Duckie <3
My Duckie <3

I’ve realised that all too often we take spending time alone with our partner for granted.

Last night Daniel and I went out for dinner and a movie alone for the first time in months and it was fantastic. For a non-married couple we spend a lot of time together anyway, but it’s different when you’re alone together.

He spends most nights at my house on the futon and we often game together (one on the PC, one on the PS3) but you can’t really beat sitting across from each other at a table and just chatting.

We spoke about work and all the changes are that happening for both of us and we laughed and joked. We didn’t have to constantly be touching and kissing and slobbering on each other. That’s not a relationship.

A relationship is made of loving each other enough to care what you’re talking about. A relationship is me being really interested about what’s happening at work, even though it has nothing to do with me. A relationship is being able to sit quietly and not feel awkward. It’s obviously many more things too, but it’s important to have someone that you can talk to about all of your interests, worries, hurts and happies.

I had that last night. And I’ve had that for the last 5 years. I’m one lucky girl, I know.

Enough of the soppy!

Okay, no more soppy stuff. On a different note, the movie Daniel and I ended up watching (at 22:50 last night) was Johnny English: Reborn. Good grief, it’s hilarious! The lols were brought.

It’s a fairly long movie and we left the theatre (having been the only 2 watching that particular movie) at 00:45. Our movie was also that last one to come out. The poor staff had to wait around until nearly 1am just for the two of us… Awkward.


I have 2 videos of the day for you.

First off, Agnes (from Despicable Me) singing The Unicorn Song

And then Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO because it’s such a fun weekend song. Love it!

And with that – Have a good weekend, everyone! x

To a friend


Dear Tamsin

You’re leaving soon. Wednesday is your last day and everybody knows that I’m going to be a wreck. Or good grief, I’m already fighting back the tears.

I just wanted to say, out here in the open, that I’m thankful for you.

We may only have had a year to work together but it’s forged a friendship that I can only hope will last a lifetime.

You very quickly went from being the cocky-new-intern to friend to sister. Someone I can trust and count on.

Thank you so much for just being who you are and for always having a smile on your face. :) Even when you’re having a rough day, you find something to smile about and that’s so important.

Thank you for teaching me how to laugh more, look at the light side of life and appreciate myself.

You probably didn’t even realise that you’ve taught me those things but you did…

I’ll miss you when you leave. I’ll miss the morning (and afternoon) hugs and kisses.

I’ll miss the coffee and pee breaks together.

I’ll miss the drama and stories that make up your life.

I know you’ll be amazing wherever you go and whatever you put your hand to in life. So good luck!

The entire reason I’ve written this letter is because… Sometimes in life… The intern becomes your best friend.

Love you always Chick!

Looking forward to those breakfast meetups at Canal Walk ;)




Together forever? Well, yes actually


Daniel and Robyn holding hands

Recently a friend of mine found out that Daniel and I had been dating for just over 3 years and she was shocked.

Apparently a 3 year long relationship is quite something for a 20-year-old. I’m not sure why though…

When Daniel and I had just started dating (after being good friends for 2 years first) my mother was somewhat intent on me not saying things like ‘when we get married’ etc. She didn’t agree that someone as young as 17 could find a partner to spend the rest of her life with.

I completely disagree.

Others have said a similar thing to me along the lines of  ‘you haven’t experienced other men’ and ‘surely you want to live a little first?’ Um. Excuse me?!

There may have been people who have found someone early on in life and fell head-over-heels in lust.Then they figure they’ve found “the one” but once the lust has worn off it all falls to pieces. That’s not the case for myself and Daniel though. Not at all.

Daniel was in love with me for 2 years before I caught up ;) LOL. Let’s just say I fought it for some time. When I eventually realised I felt the same way it was the best feeling in the whole world.

Now 3 years down, I feel more in love with Daniel than I was that first time round. We’re planning to get engaged hopefully some time this year and I can hardly wait!

I just want to place a word of advice out there for some people. Rather be happy for your friends who find love, long term or just for a short season. Don’t be quick to judge. Support and revel in your friend’s happiness instead :)