Lamb liver

In the Karoo there is a lot of lamb available. In all varieties. Though not everybody’s favourite, lamb liver can be very tasty. If you don’t eat liver, skip this recipe ok 😉

You know the story of the guest who declined the tongue on the grounds that he doesn’t eat something that comes from a cows mouth. The host calls into the kitchen, Evelyn, won’t you please cook the gentleman an egg!

Anyway I’m sure everyone who doesn’t eat liver has left us long ago.

Off course the liver must be fresh and cleaned. If you think it may be bitter, marinate it in milk before cooking.

There is elephant garlic in the garden so I sliced one of the big cloves and fried it with two small chopped onions in enough olive oil.

Slice the lamb liver and fry together with the onion and garlic. Always use bay leaf with liver, so add a few leaves now.

Once you have turned the slices so that they are sealed, grind some salt and black pepper over and add a some thyme, stripped from the stalks and crushed slightly.

Yoghurt (unflavoured naturally – pardon the pun) is excellent for tenderising any meat and as creamy as cream but without the fat so add a few generous spoonfuls.

I had some beer I didn’t like in the fridge so 100ml landed in the frying pan after the yoghurt had had a chance to do it’s thing.

Just because I had some handy, I added a tablespoon of terayaki sauce.

About 3 minutes before you remove the dish from the heat add  2 – 4 tablespoons of chopped parsley.

I cut the slices in smaller bits after they were done (pink inside, do not over cook liver it becomes floury) and added it back into the gravy for another minute. One tablespoon of vinegar finishes the dish nicely just before you turn off the heat.

Remember to remove the bay leaves once the cooking is done, otherwise it becomes bitter.

Wonderful served with fresh bread!



I was hanging out the washing this morning here in the Karoo. The wind is quite strong and it was a struggle to keep the washing out of my face.

When I had the last item securely pegged to the line I went back to check on the first one, a cloth which was horisontal in the wind. I didn’t want to have to go and fetch it in the veld.

Well fortunately it was already dry, so I could bring it in 😉

Have you ever experienced the like?

We recently had very good rain as you can see.

Namibia – the South

Driving south from Windhoek you will find the Hardap dam. At the end of a good rainy season (as when I was there in March) the grass is spectacular.

I wish I had a recording of the birds in that tree to add here.  Sometimes at sunset it sounds as if they are losing it all together.

From there if you go west, you find Maltahöhe and this is were I went on my way to Sesriem. These photos are taken on the road between Maltohöhe and Solitair. Normally this is desert, but they had had record rains, the most in 30 years, and the veld was magnificent.

For some reason I paint things ‘ahead’ sometimes. The beams at sundown I had painted a while before I saw them here. I can still remember how disgusted I was with my bad imitation of sunset at the time.

On the road from Maltehöhe going to Sesriem, every dent in the road was a dam and I frequently got out to walk by the side of the road circling the dam to test the ground. With this methods travelling wasn’t fast but I made progress until I got to a huge donga that runs across the road. Aaahhhh


Yeah!!! there’s a bulldozer!

The Roads Departement in NAM knows their country and furthermore they are in possession of heavy machinery, – with drivers.

Seemingly these are deployed at problem areas and they lurk there, waiting for any drivers in trouble.

So not a problem, they close the rift for me so that I may pass. Now its only the big water further on, says the driver’s assistant while he is busily revving and reversing. Not the news I wanted to hear off course. But this car won’t have a problem, he continues.

Not that a doubt his judgement, but his goodwill may have gotten the better of him.

And so it was, not 100 metres further I hit the ‘big water’. Easily 80 metres across, with a  dam on one side and a waterfall on the other and anybody’s guess what is under the water in between.

But our two intrepid roads workers arrive and start emptying the dam with the bulldozer.. Well least said soonest mended so we won’t mention the river on the other side of the dam.

Not wanting to seem ungrateful I watched this spectable for a while and two people started crossing from the other side on foot. One Check and one Slovak. They are merely testing the water and fully intent to drive through. I turned around, not wanting to be swept downstream..

On my way back to Maltahöhe  it is getting later and there is a long road ahead now, having to go via Solitair, so I am making time and spending less time walking…

And off course then get stuck, and what’s more the engine doesn’t make a sound when I turn the ignition.

So, I get out and try to push the car out, but I am not strong enough aaahhh.. but yeahhhh!! a small car (you can smell AVIS) comes along. Silly little man, he tries to pretend not to see me and drive right past. Can you imagine, you leave someone stranded in the middle of the desert, not another soul in sight. You just pretend not to see them! Going in the direction of the ‘big water’ but this off course the silly bugger doesn’t know. International tourist, we won’t mention nationalities..

Well off course I wasn’t going to have any of it and stood right in the middle of the road in front of him so he couldn’t pass even if he tried.

Poor little beggar then gives a poor show of trying to help me push the car out, but we don’t make any headway aaaahhh!

But….. yeah! a local farmer with a 4×4 comes along and stops to help. No pretense about this guy, he doesn’t even ask very much, just opens the back of his van to get the tools he needs from a tripple locked tool box. Before he even has the tool box open he dismisses the limp spined tourist, who is meanwhile standing there like a sheep in a hell of a hurry. You can go, I’m right behind you, he says..

Didn’t even look as if he realised he was being insulted poor thing.

I mention that the car also won’t start, but this guy takes life one step at a time (probably the only way in the desert) and simply states that we’ll get to that. He towes the car out and tells me never ever to leave the road. The road is firm, but the side of the road is trouble.

Well ok. The battery cable had come undone so this is fastened but he advises me to go by the garage in Maltahöhe so that they can fasten it properly for me before I continue.

This is my second stop at the garage, earlier I bought airtime there so I know they are good people. With my first stop in town, I went past the Hotel to ask about the famous lilies and stopped at the shop to buy a cold drink (which sprayed all over me, so I did a spot of laundry there too) so by this time I know half the town.

And better people you couldn’t hope to find. Viva Maltahöhe!

The people from the same garage fetched me from the desert some time later when my trip came to an unplanned end AND organised a place for me to spend the night AND gave me a lift to Windhoek the next day AND arranged a place for me to sleep there, – fine people as I said. They also had the kindness to invite me to join them on a family outing to Sesriem the following weekend as I didn’t make it there.

So if you ever go past there, go in and shake their hands, the world can do with a lot more people of their calibre!

It's a trip

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