I LOVE food. I LOVE cooking. I LOVE tradition. I LOVE statistics. And I absolutely LOVE a good contest. I adore a good burger. Especially with bacon and avocado. My family on the other hand will tell you that nothing beats my breakfast pizza. Saturday mornings in our home = breakfast pizza time. I often add boerewors to make it proudly South African — because local is lekker. So, burgers for me. What about you?

There’s just something special about dogs hey 🐾❤️Their loyalty, their love, the way they become part of the family… it hits different. We truly believe all dogs go to heaven — because the love they give is pure and unmatched. If you’re a dog lover (or just need a feel-good moment today), we’ve shared something close to the heart. Go check out our YouTube video: “All Dogs Go to Heaven” 🐶✨It’s one of those that will make you smile… maybe even tear up a little. Let me know… are you a dog person? 🐕👇

Workers’ Day Adventures in Groot Marico There’s just something special about days like this 🤍 We spent the day on a farm in Groot Marico with family, and honestly… it was pure magic. The kids running wild, laughing nonstop, getting their pants full of mud like it’s their full-time job 😅 Feeding the chickens, fresh air, no rush—just simple, real moments that remind you what life is all about. Sometimes the best memories aren’t planned… they just happen 🐓🌿 SA is lekker Check out the video 👇

Not me entering comps for vibes…and actually WINNING 😭🔥 Airfryer secured 😁Life said ‘you deserve small wins too SA is lekker ✨Drop your first meal suggestions 👇🍗

It’s been seven weeks since we got back from our six‑week sprint through South Africa — and somehow the pneumonia I picked up has lasted longer than the entire trip. Only in my life do I manage to out-travel most South Africans and out-suffer my own lungs in the same season. In those six weeks we covered more ground than the average oke does in a year. Every day was another province, another padstal, another “just one more stop” from Fiona — who, despite my protests, refused to let me enjoy a single peaceful moment. I’d be admiring a Karoo sunset and she’d already be halfway to planning the next highlight like a caffeinated tour guide. Now that I can finally breathe again without sounding like a 1970s diesel bakkie, the plan is simple: finish the big projects, get life sorted, and then come back for a slower, deeper, more intentional trip. A Gauteng loop. A Newcastle visit for my daughter and family. A Cape Town reset with my mum and the clan. And then three glorious weeks to reconnect with the country that built me. South Africa still sits in my chest — figuratively, thankfully. The pneumonia has finally moved out. Can’t wait to be back on that soil again.