July 2010 – vetweet
Die voordele van ma’s – nou mét foto’s
Posted on July 31, 2010 by gidivet
Fudge altyd bo aan die lysie
Ant Gert se legendariese gemmerkoekies
Daar was onder andere ook koeksisters, maar ek was te laat met my kamera…
Na aanleiding van ouboet se ode daar by ezile (http://blogs.litnet.co.za/ezile/plastic-cat-being-chased-through-hell) aan Profs Elize Botha en Rena Pretorius:
Dit is goed dat ‘n mens kan identifiseer wie ‘n positiewe invloed in jou lewe het, en erkenning aan hulle kan gee. Baie mense het spore in my lewe getrap, sommige doelbewus. Ek hoop dat ek hierdie belegging in my waardig kan bly, as het ware.
Uit die aard van die saak moet ‘n mens ‘n sagte hart in stand hou sodat “groot geeste” wat liggies trap wel ‘n spoor kan los.
Ant Gert se koekies
My ma kuier bietjie hier uit Jongensfontein. Nou het ma’s wat kuier natuurlik ‘n baie belangrike funksie, naamlik om koekies van tant Gert* aan te karwei. Jy kan jou die prentjie indink. ‘n Lekker koppie tee, ‘n sak van ant Gert se beste gemmerkoekies wat stelselmatig krimp.
En hier het die teorie dat “gebreekte koekies niks kalorieë bevat nie” handig te pas gekom. Dit volg natuurlik dat die sakkie koekies nie so sagkens as wat nodig is hanteer word nie.
Enige iemand wat Stilbaai of Jongensfontein besoek kan maar ‘n draai gaan gooi by tant Gert. Sy’s legendaries.
*spreek uit “Ghurt”
In die weegskaal
Posted on July 30, 2010 by gidivet
In die nanag wannneer jy eintlik al moes gaan slaap het kan ‘n mens nogal terugdink oor wat die proffies kwytgeraak het toe jy nog student was, en wonder hoekom jy nie notisie geneem het en halfpad deur jou kursus die hasepad gekies het nie.
“If you cut you cry.”
“Pharmacology is controlled toxicology.”
“General anaesthesia is one level above eternal sleep.”
En by ons gradeplegtigheid:
“Half the information we crammed into your heads is untrue. We regret to inform you that we don’t know which half.”
En die Helmintologie professor:
“Manus semper in excrementum”.
Dis op ‘n nag net soos vannag, wat ons geswot het vir ‘n Geneeskunde eksamen, toe my maat Barrett met dié ene vorendag gekom het:
Q: “What did the one polyuric kidney say to the other one?”
A: “Ag man, just concentrate, and everything will be fine.”
En ongelukkig moet ek erken dat die humor net nog dieper in die urienweg afgegly het sedertdien.
Maar daar is ‘n ander manier om na slapeloosheid te kyk: My langnaweek het nou net nóg langer geword. En ek hoef nie môre te gaan werk nie.
Koffie, enige iemand?
Posted on July 19, 2010 by gidivet
Die Manx Loaghtan kan tuseen 2 en 6 horings hê, maar 4 word verkies.
Ek sit ‘n groter foto op vir Kama en Therina, net om te wys daar is eintlik ‘n vierde horing, hy’s net bietjie agter in die skadus.
From 2010-07-17 Butser Ancient Farm, Wedding, Hand Fastening
Tying the knot at Butser Ancient Farm
It was our privilege this weekend to be invited to a wedding with a difference. The official ceremony took place in the registry office the previous day, but friends, colleagues and family gathered to witness a handfasting ceremony at Butser Ancient Farm.
According to the Wiki article, “Butser Ancient Farm, near Petersfield in Hampshire, England, is an archaeological open air museum, a working replica of an Iron Age farmstead where long-term experiments in prehistoric and Roman agriculture, animal husbandry and manufacturing are held to test ideas posited by archaeologists. The period of interest is that from 400 BC to 400 AD.”
Our hosts were kind enough to provide the following explanation of the handfasting ceremony:
“The first known Handfasting Ceremony took place in Anglo-Saxon times. The ceremonies varied according to the individual’s beliefs. The couple who wished to marry made promises to each other in front of friends and family and their hands were bound by different colour cords, each colour signifying something different. This gives us the saying “tying the knot”.
After the ceremony, the couple with hands tied jumped the besom broom to symbolise their leaving behind a past life and moving forward together into the future.
After the coming of the church, the ceremony was performed as above and valid for a year and a day, which gave time for a priest to visit the village and bless the union. This was a legal form of marriage till 1753 in Britain.”
Butser is situated in rolling countryside, a truly magnificent setting for such a gathering, and what a feast awaited us! As we walked down among a variety of thatched roundhouses we were met by the delicious aroma of lamb roasting on a spit. In the biggest house the dozen or more tables were beautifully set. Children played outside, sheep grazed in traditionally made pens, and even the master of ceremonies and his wife came dressed in Iron-Age costume.
We stood outside for the ceremony, which went off very informally. Laughter filled the air as our witty host fumbled about for his glasses to read the vows the couple had chosen. With each promise they made to each other a different coloured cord was tied to their hands. Finally they jumped over the broom to cheers and shouts from the crowd.
We all trooped into the roundhouse to enjoy the meal together, and as we raised our glasses to toast the bride and groom it was easy to close your eyes and imagine you’re back in iron age Britain.
(There are more photos on the picasa web album.)
According to the Butser Ancient Farm website, this sheep is a Manx Loaghtan. If you click on the link you can read the Wiki article.