"KOEKSISTERS" ON A RAINY DAY...

GREETINGS FROM SOUTH AFRICA!

MAXMOM here...

("Koeksisters": A South African Tastebud Tickler)

(Translation:....mmm..."Cake Sisters')

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The ‘Boss’ lets out a deep sigh.

It’s been a busy week and he turns his attention to some relaxing retail therapy, in preparation for the long weekend. It’s been raining, so we’ll probably be spending it indoors.

With shopping basket in arm, he trudges along the long isles of enticing treats.

He’s looking for that one item which will illustrate his appreciation for his family.

There is a vast selection to choose from, and is difficult:

Strawberry filled biscuits, nutty-coconut morsels, apple Danishes, custard-filled doughnuts, simple rusks?

He settles for an old favourite –

“Koeksisters”

 – a South African, tastebud tickler of calorific proportions.

"Koeksisters" - syrup-coated plaits of dough.

He buys a whole packet of them – fifteen in all.

They’re beautifully arranged and he’s already salivating.

When he gets home, we help him unpack the groceries. The Koeksisters glare at me.

“What’s this?” I ask accusingly. We’re supposed to be on Diet.

“They’re for you!” he declares.

I think it’s a feeble excuse because I know how much he enjoys them too.

“Okay, put them on the counter... and no touching!” I tease.

But I too am salivating.

They look yummy.

“Want some coffee?” I finally ask, unable to resist the thought of a mouthfull of their sweet syrup. I already know his answer.

Monday is a public holiday, so it’s a three-day weekend. I decide to ration the koeksisters. There are three of us, so that means one each, per day, with a few to spare. It should see us through.

They’re delicious! We each silently nibble on one as we drink our coffee. It’s hard not to reach for another.

Later, towards evening, we decide to go out. We choose a popular Italian restaurant. It’s a chance to catch up on all our news and to spend some quality time together. They have a dance floor, so we take a little more care with the choice of our outfits. I’m excited about it – it’ll be a nice opportunity to shed our stresses, and start off our weekend.

But it’s been raining, so the dogs haven’t had their walk today. They are hyped-up with energy, but there’s no time now. Our decision to go out for the evening has been spontaneous and we need to rush to get ready. I’ll have to walk them tomorrow. For the moment, they’ll have to stay in the kitchen. I put their beds in the corner and check the water. They should be fine.

Three pairs of confused eyes stare at me as I close the door.

Later, after an amazing evening, my mind turns back to our canine pack in the kitchen. We’ve been out longer than expected. Finally home, we climb out of the car. I can hear the pooches barking already – our return never goes unnoticed. I’m the first to open the front door – I need to find out if they are okay.

It’s a site that astonishes – they’re had a party!

The floor is strewn with remnants of the packet that once held

our precious Koeksisters!

They’ve finished the lot!

Not even one is left!

 Gluttons!

Toby stares at me – innocently.

Our young Hooligan has been in action again. His long frame obviously managed to stretch up, onto the counter, to retrieve the precious packet and its contents

He doesn’t sit for long, and darts out of the kitchen, barking frantically and whipping his partners into a frenzy of delight. They charge down the passage. Their welcome is overboard this time. They are a blur of uninhibited energy. It’s a sugar rush like we’ve never seen before! We’re in for another long night.

“No! Not again, Toby” I cry.

Will the "Boss" go back to the shops?

I wonder.

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Sending lotsaluv