Porch Mornings, Thankfulness, and a Milk Tart Cheesecake

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The Kalahari sun was just brushing the horizon this morning as I stepped onto my porch. The air was crisp, the land stretching endlessly before me, a quiet reminder of God’s care. I wrapped my hands around a warm cup of coffee and opened my Bible, and Isaiah 61:3 greeted me:

…to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.


How powerful these words feel when the world seems heavy, when the news brings sorrow, or when our own hearts carry burdens. And yet, even in the difficult moments, God’s goodness shines. He has a way of transforming the ashes of life into beauty, of turning mourning into joy, and of dressing our spirits in praise.


Over the past weeks, I’ve been reminded that nothing catches Him by surprise. What seems planned for harm can be woven into something beautiful, for our good and His glory. It’s a perspective shift that doesn’t deny reality—it embraces it with hope, trust, and thankfulness.


Sitting here, with the gentle rustle of Kalahari grass , I feel a deep sense of peace. Gratitude begin to take root in my heart—not for the challenges themselves, but for the God who meets us in them, who redeems and restores.


And it struck me: the life we live is meant to tell a story—a story that has impact. God uses our scars, our trials, and our moments of surrender to connect with others, to comfort, to encourage, and to shine His light. Living a life that leaves a mark isn’t about perfection—it’s about faithfulness, transparency, and allowing God to work through our experiences for His glory.


And yet, in the midst of reflecting on these deeper truths, joy often finds its way into the simplest things. In my kitchen today, that joy is a Milk Tart Cheesecake Dessert. (Recipe on page 2) So as we bake together, may your day be filled with reflection, gratitude, and sweetness. And let your life continue to tell a story that points to Him.

—Love from my Kalahari Kitchen, Aldalene

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Kalahari Nights & Chocolate Delights: A Winter Skillet Treat

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Winter has quietly crept into the Kalahari — in her usual gentle, golden way. The mornings are crisp and quiet, the air still and clean. Grass shimmers in soft light, and the horizon stretches endlessly, wakened by a slow, amber sunrise. There’s a kind of hush over the land, as if time itself has paused to breathe.

It’s the season when family returns — trucks roll in with dusty tyres, laughter spilling out before the doors even open. Children come home from college, bringing stories of city life, tired textbooks, new friends… and always, a deep hunger for home (and mom’s cooking!).

This is when my Kalahari Kitchen comes alive.

In the end, food is the celebration of family, and family is life’s greatest feast. Lidia Bastianich

Coffee brews in the early light, the aroma drifting through the house. Hands wrap around warm mugs, eyes still soft with sleep, and hearts full of quiet excitement for the day ahead.

These are the days of full hearts and fuller tables. I pull out dog-eared recipes from my mother’s cookbook, flour dusts the counters, and the scent of cinnamon, cocoa, and roasted nuts fills the house.

And what better way to celebrate winter’s quiet magic than with a Warm Chocolate Fudge Skillet Cake — rich, gooey, and best served straight from the pan, with a generous spoon of cream or vanilla ice cream.

This dessert from Half Baked Harvest (love her recipes!) isn’t fancy — but it’s indulgent. Comforting. Honest. The kind of dessert that invites second helpings and long conversations around the fire. This dessert is best enjoyed with wool socks on your feet, good company, and stories that stretch late into the night. Around my kitchen table, each of us armoured with a spoon, we dive into the warm skillet — laughing, sharing, remembering.

So here’s to winter in the Kalahari — a season of slowing down, gathering in, and feeding both body and soul.

With love from my Kalahari kitchen,

Aldalene

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Life and Lemons

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I cannot believe we are one third into 2021. It has been a whirlwind few months with many changes in our home… we are all still trying to adjust to a new normal. Children are far off at college, our house is quiet and we are adjusting to a so called new-normal. 2020 has shown us that nothing stays the same for long–rather, seasons come and go naturally with the predictable (and unpredictable) transformations that our world endures.

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”

– Alan W. Watts

The change of seasons excites me! Days are becoming shorter, evenings longer. I love autumn! As summer’s light dims and the leaves begin to fall, I like autumn’s reminder that a meaningful life isn’t only about productivity, but transition too.

Autumn is a time of beauty, of harvesting and of shedding the old. While autumn is a time of productivity, it is also a time of completion and transition.I love the quote that reads: If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.

Discerning the seasons of our lives isn’t always easy. The Book of Ecclesiastes says there’s ‘a season for every activity under heaven’ it is wonderful to know that our Lord is involved in all this too. God has tasks for us to do, seasons for us to do them in, and wants to guide us through each of them. I am reminded every day through this new season that it is all a choice- a choice to live expectantly. To live attentively. To live with significance. And embrace the seasons of life.

Breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit! And with all the beautiful lemons in season, I am tempted to bake these easy lemon bars. These are classic lemon bars featuring a soft butter shortbread crust and a tangy sweet lemon curd filling that’s baked to the perfect consistency. The lemon layer is thick and substantial, not thin or flimsy like most other lemon bar recipes.

Lemon bars are one of the EASIEST desserts to make but they’re guaranteed to bring a smile to your face; so bright and zingy with all the lemon flavour from the juice and zest, they’re simply irresistible! So Yes! When life gives you lemons- bake lemon bars!!

Recipe on page 2.

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Where there is a perfect pancake flip (and rain),there is life.

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The first drops of rain falls on the parched Kalahari soil…. dark thunder clouds creep closer with the promise of rain…. the thunder rolls in the distance. Excitement is tangible. The first summer rains are on their way!

Living in the Kalahari desert gives you an appreciation of every drop of water! Few things can compare with the smell of the red Kalahari earth when the rain falls on dry arid ground. It brings back special childhood memories with the three kids sitting on the porch, eating freshly baked cinnamon-sugar pancakes and watching the rain cascade down the thatch roof. The smiles of happy children and the thankful look on my farmer husband’s face, fill my heart to overflowing. God is faithful. God is good.

No matter how powerful a man, he cannot make the rains fall on his farm alone.

African Proverb

With the rain comes my mother-in-law’s ‘pannekoek’ (pancakes) recipe. Yes, when the first drops fall, one of the girls will start mixing the batter. Pannekoek is the Afrikaans word for pancake, but this is not like an American pancake. Flat and thin, a pannekoek is more like a version of a French crêpe than the fluffy, buttermilk pancakes we love to eat in America.

The pannekoek batter is runny and not sweetened — one pancake generally fills up the whole pan. It is cooked on both sides and then it can be filled with savory or sweet fillings for either entrées or desserts.

The Kalahari kitchen Pannekoek way is with plenty of cinnamon sugar, melted into the rolled up pannekoek with a dash of fresh lemon juice. With a pinch of nostalgia for good measure. The waft of cinnamon sugar literally pulls you towards the kitchen and the kids ( and dad) stand around for another round of freshly baked pannekoek.

First off, this is an easy one bowl pannekoek recipe that takes no effort at all. You simply add all the wet ingredients (water, eggs and oil) in a bowl with an electric hand mixer at the ready.

Next you just add the dry ingredients little by little while beating with the electric mixer until the batter is smooth. I let my batter stand for half an hour before adding the vinegar. I now scoop about a ladle full into a hot non stick pan.

Tilt the pan when you pour the batter in, to spread it out all over the pan. Once the pancake batter starts pulling away from the sides, with bubbles in the batter on top, it’s ready to flip and cook for a few more seconds. Now serve with cinnamon sugar and lemon juice or any other delicious filling your heart desires on this rainy Monday afternoon.

So armed with flour, eggs, milk, oil and a thankful heart, I am heading off to the kitchen to flip some pancakes. Because ‘Rain showers my spirit, and waters my soul.’ ~ Emily Logan Decens

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Hot Kalahari Days and Milkshakes

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What a crazy busy day…week… All I want to do is make myself a double-thick milkshake, kick off my shoes and sit on the porch and breath! It is Lorene’s long awaited prom this Friday and it is all the last minute craziness ( throw in the stylist that calls to say she is in hospital with Covid!)… a heatwave that drains all the last energy from everyone and finals that are looming around the corner.

I am reminded time and time again to stand still…take a deep breath and give attention to what I am giving attention to. Life is not to be lived in overdrive… always running on empty. Life is to be lived to the fullest. But it takes time…time to stand still. To reset and renew and refuel. Refuel on milkshakes.

Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience.

Paul Cezanne

So on this hot Thursday, I am grabbing the ice cream tub ( I never need an excuse for ice cream!), glass of milk, a shot of liqueur and a red and white straw. It is time for a milkshake with a twist.

Don Pedro is one of South Africa and Namibia’s most popular cocktails. You can practically find it on almost every single restaurant menu in the country. A Dom Pedro is normally found on the drinks menu, but it is more often ordered as a dessert. It is for sure my favorite dessert after a big evening meal. And the perfect drink to see you through a heatwave like today!

This is not your average milkshake or cocktail. It is made with a mixture of ice cream and cream or milk, laced with a shot of your favourite cream liqueur, and sprinkled with grated dark chocolate. It is normally served in a wine glass, with a straw wide enough to allow the bits of ice cream to flow through. Pure bliss.

In fact, the Don Pedro drink is very similar to the typical Irish coffee beverage, just minus the coffee element. Just think of a Don Pedro cocktail as a milkshake for adults or a delicious ice cream cocktail.

The addition of smooth Amarula liqueur lights up the Don Pedro and lends it a fruity undertone. The best part is that you can alter the portions of the ingredients and make the beverage as strong as you want. You can also experiment with other types of alcohol like coffee liqueur, kahlua, and brandy. This homemade cocktail is best served immediately topped with grated chocolate, cocoa powder or a stick of chocolate.

It is double-thick, ultra creamy, fabulously boozy, laced with liqueur and topped with dark chocolate! What is not to love?

So I am thinking this is a perfect dessert for a celebration of any kind. I’m thinking a Thanksgiving dinner, a Christmas Eve Celebration or just a normal hot busy Thursday evening would be a pretty great time to serve one of these special cocktails. Because every day needs to be celebrated!

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