The Abundance of Simple Things: Spinach Pesto from my Kalahari Garden

A basket of fresh spinach leaves, with a wooden table featuring a bowl of assorted nuts, two halved lemons, whole garlic bulbs, and a sprig of parsley. A small jar of olive oil and a lemon juicer are also present.


If someone had told me 20 years ago that one day I would be living off the land (and that in the Kalahari!), I would probably have laughed.
Me? A city girl?

The girl who loved wandering through beautiful food markets and boutique food stores, discovering new flavours, browsing shelves filled with wonderful delicacies and bringing home something new and delicious.


And yet, here I am.
Making my own yoghurt.
Baking sourdough bread.
Working with our own meat.
Growing what we can.


Life in the Kalahari has slowly taught me something I never expected to learn: there is a particular kind of joy in using what the land gives you.
It isn’t about doing everything yourself or living without the conveniences I once loved. I still appreciate a beautiful deli and browsing through an European food market.


But there is something deeply satisfying about looking at what the land provides and asking, “What can I create with this?”
A handful of spinach becomes a vibrant pesto.
Fresh milk is transformed into creamy yoghurt or homemade cheese.
Flour, water and time come together to create sourdough bread.
And the harvest from the land becomes beautiful food shared around our family table.

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.- Leonardo da Vinci


There is pleasure in the making, but even more than that, there is a deep contentment.
Perhaps it is because you begin to understand abundance differently.
Abundance is not always found in having more. Sometimes it is found in appreciating what is already in your hands. There is a quiet richness in simplicity — in having enough, and being deeply thankful for it.


The words from Psalm 65:11–12 keep coming back to me:

“You crown the year with your bounty,
and your carts overflow with abundance.
The grasslands of the wilderness overflow;
the hills are clothed with gladness.”


Living here in the Kalahari has made these words feel less like something I read and more like something I see. Something I feel. Something I taste.


My heart is full.
Not because life is perfect, but because I have learned to notice the gifts that are right in front of me.
And today, one of those gifts became spinach pesto.When the spinach is growing faster than we can gather it, this vibrant pesto is one of my favourite ways to preserve the harvest. It is fresh, full of flavour, and endlessly versatile. Toss it through warm pasta, spread it on toasted sourdough, spoon it over grilled springbok fillet, or swirl it into soup for an instant burst of colour and flavour.


Simple. Green. Fresh. And, like so many things in this life, completely unexpected.
Sometimes the wilderness really does overflow with abundance. (Recipe on page 2)

With love, Aldalene


When Winter Whispers and Tastes Like Lemon

A wooden board featuring several bowls of lemon dessert topped with lemon slices and powdered sugar, alongside fresh lemons and leaves.

Winter has settled gently over the Kalahari.

Wrapped in a warm blanket, with a steaming cup of coffee in my hands, my Bible open on my lap and my journal beside me, I settle onto the porch as the first light breaks across the Kalahari savannah. The air is crisp enough to sting my cheeks, yet there is something about a Kalahari winter that embraces you like a well-worn fleece blanket—quiet, comforting and deeply restorative.

The men have already left. Just before sunrise, rifles slung over their shoulders, they headed out in search of an old kudu bull. The house is unusually still. It’s my favourite kind of silence—the kind that allows you to hear the whisper of God’s voice.

I breathe deeply. The cold morning air carries the unmistakable fragrance of freshly picked lemons. An earthenware pot on the kitchen table is overflowing with bright yellow fruit from my mother-in-law’s little tree, a splash of sunshine against the muted colours of winter.

This morning I find myself in Galatians 6.

“Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. The one who sows to please the flesh will reap destruction from the flesh, but the one who sows to the Spirit will reap eternal life from the Spirit. Let us not grow weary of doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people.”
Galatians 6:7–10

Those words linger in my heart.

The harvest we receive is always of the same nature as the seed we sow.

How often we long for different fruit in our lives. We pray for peace, yet sow impatience. We desire strong relationships, yet plant criticism. We long for joy, but scatter seeds of worry. We hope for kindness, yet our words can so easily wound.

God’s principle is beautifully simple.

If we long to harvest love, we must sow love.

If we desire peace, we must become peacemakers.

If we long for joyful homes, faithful friendships and hearts full of grace, then those are the very seeds we must faithfully scatter every single day.

And perhaps the hardest encouragement of all is this: do not grow weary.

Seeds spend a long time hidden beneath the soil before anyone sees the harvest. Yet beneath the surface, God is already at work.

Winter teaches us this so well.

The trees appear bare. The veld seems quiet. But life is quietly preparing for the season to come.

With those thoughts still turning in my heart, I carry an armfull of fragrant lemons into the kitchen.

Today these beautiful winter fruits will become one of my favourite comforting desserts—a Self-Saucing Lemon Pudding. Light as a soufflé on top, with a silky lemon sauce waiting underneath, it’s the perfect way to welcome hungry hunters home after a cold day in the veld.

As the pudding bakes, the whole house fills with the scent of warm butter and fresh lemons. Soon the quiet will be broken by dusty boots on the porch, stories of kudu tracks, and laughter around the table.

And perhaps that’s another reminder that some of life’s sweetest harvests are found not only in what we grow—but in what we lovingly share.

May we all sow seeds that one day become a harvest of faith, kindness, joy and love.

Because in God’s perfect time, we always reap what we sow.

With love from my Kalahari kitchen, Aldalene


Embracing Sacred Spaces: A Kalahari Journey (and some pie)

We are back in the Kalahari after a blessed Easter weekend spent with our children. The season is slowing changing. Mornings arrive gently, unhurried, as soft rain clouds gather and drift across the green savannah on the Kalahari. The landscape seems to breathe more slowly now. Even time feels less insistent.


By late afternoon, the sky begins its quiet transformation — muted golds deepening into burnt orange and soft reds. Autumn reveals itself not in sudden change, but in layered colour: in the fading light across the grasslands, in the long shadows stretching over the earth, in the hush that settles before evening.

As I sit and watch a storm forming in the distance, slowly moving across the open landscape, I am reminded of something I read in a devotional by Lysa TerKeurst. Yes, I always want to fill in the blanks, have all the answers, and find solutions quickly. But without the blanks in my life, I leave Him no room to enter and write His answers.


He does not make mistakes. He purposes the gaps.


And this thought lingers with me — not as something fleeting, but something that settles deeply in my heart.

He allows sacred spaces. Blank places. He leaves room.


And perhaps that is what these Kalahari afternoons are teaching me too. There is a particular kind of stillness here — one that cannot be manufactured or rushed. The wind moves slowly across the open land, the horizon stretches endlessly, and even the rain seem to pause before it arrives.


In these pauses, life feels uncluttered. Honest. Spacious.Sacred.


It is here, in the quiet in-between, that I find myself drawn to simple rituals. A pot of tea. A well-worn plate. Something sweet from the oven, made not in haste, but in rhythm with the land.

So, make this quick coconut pie with me. Brew your cup of tea, grab your journal, and sit with me. Allow the gaps. It is sacred spaces.

– Aldalene


Home, Sweet (and Healthy) Home

A scenic view of a dirt path winding through tall grasses and scattered trees under a partly cloudy sky.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but six weeks on the road makes the heart crave a very specific kind of stillness. After days of navigating the USA—visiting wonderful friends and clients and working the trade show circuit—followed by a heart-warming stopover in Utrecht to see our daughter, I am finally back in the Kalahari.

Six weeks of no routine, “quick and on-the-go” meals, and constant movement have been traded for the familiar, grounding red sands of home.And what a homecoming it is! The Kalahari is in full bloom, transformed by the magic of the summer rains. The desert isn’t just surviving; it’s celebrating.

Slowly, the rhythm of Africa is returning to my daily life. I’ve traded the rush of airports and meeting schedules, for slower mornings. There is something sacred about brewing a fresh pot of coffee, spooning a bowl of Bircher Muesli, and sitting on the porch to watch the sun rise over the savannah.

It’s in these moments, watching the light catch the landscape I love so much, that I feel my internal clock finally reset.

I know overnight oats aren’t for everyone, but if you love a super chewy, textured breakfast, this is for you. It is the ultimate healthy, make-ahead meal that keeps me fueled until lunch.

A bowl of oatmeal topped with slices of poached pear, pomegranate seeds, and pumpkin seeds, served with a spoon on a grey fabric placemat.

The beauty of this recipe is its simplicity. I grate a fresh apple directly into the oats, mix in the yogurt and a splash of juice, and let everything chill in the fridge overnight. By the time the sun starts to peek over the horizon the next morning, it’s perfect.

I add my toppings based on what the season provides—sometimes nuts for crunch, sometimes extra berries—and head to the porch with a coffee and journal in hand. I might briefly reminisce about sundrenched balconies in Europe, but as I look out at the greening Kalahari, I know exactly where I’m meant to be. HOME.

Love from my Kalahari Kitchen,

Aldalene

Recipe for Bircher muesli on the next page.


Porch Mornings, Thankfulness, and a Milk Tart Cheesecake


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