Live entertainment of any kind is a luxury here in the upper Zambezi Valley. Theater nights are nonexistent, as are movie houses, while exhibitions and concerts, usually arranged within a small radius of Victoria Falls, are marked up on our calendar as a rare one-off treat.
“Life is like an ice cream. Enjoy it before it melts.” – Whoever penned this quote clearly never lived in the Zambezi Valley. Forget the ice cream. Enjoy life before ONE melts!
In my last post I promised to share the recipe for (uncurdled) Strawberry, Rosemary & Black Pepper Ice Cream with Meringues.
If this blistering heat in the Zambezi Valley forces Mikey, our leonine Mastif/St.Bernard, to take refuge in our cool concrete bath at 7.30 in the morning, imagine what it does in the kitchen? The kitchen without windows, or a fan. The kitchen where we have to clothe our old deep freeze in a soaking wet towel to assist it with evaporative cooling.
Edible flowers picked from our garden.
As Ralph Waldo Emerson said: “The earth laughs in flowers.” Last week I not only laughed, I rejoiced. These dazzling edible flowers pictured above led me down a path that turned into the happiest foodie adventure ever.
I knew nothing about A Lovely Blog award until Ema Jones, who writes Food 4 Your Mood, nominated SavannaBel for it last Friday. Though Ema and I have never met; though she lives a polar opposite life to me in a different hemisphere on a different continent, I am filled with gratitude for the boost her nomination gave me so soon after I’ve started blogging.
Hardly anything fills me more with wonder than witnessing our pomegranate trees change out of winter’s monastic habit into summer’s flamboyant Versace. The metamorphosis is fast and its dramatic.
I’m not the only one who feasts on the emergence of new pomegranate buds.
Birthing a pomegranate flower.
The preternatural patterns in a pomegranate’s genesis.
