I am a man that loves the simple things in life. These things brings me great joy. We are living in a time where things needs to flashy to draw the crowds.
I am from a simple time, a time where my parents were very poor and feeding the family was a challenge. It is from these days that I remember the joy of freshly baked bread with lard and pepper on it. That was luxurious.
Since 2016 I bake all our bread and the joy of sourdough bread brings back memories of a bread filled childhood.
Tonight I got the munchies and as I stood in the kitchen making my sandwich, I floated back to the cold winter evenings on the Highveld as a child. The warm bread on the table and my mother humming as she begins to make sandwiches. Precious memories.
This simple sandwich with honey from my own bees, homemade butter and greens from my own aquaponics was like a warm balm for my soul.