A Walk With My Goats

Yesterday I took a late afternoon walk with my goats.  It's something I used to do more often when they were kids but am trying to get back in the habit with them because I live in just the most gorgeous area by the river.  There aren't many people around except for a few at cattle posts and since having been back in the area for six months now, I know a lot of them.  I love the open bush and exploring all the little paths.  Looloo and Feefee enjoy climbing up termite mounds and foraging seed pods and what's left of anything green.  They jump around, kick their feet in the air, and make happy little goat sounds.

Maun Taxi

Taxis and combis in Maun often have names.  I always see this taxi, Oral, driving around town and wonder what the driver was thinking in giving such a name.  I mean, oral sex is quite taboo here.  I actually don't think it's about that.  But hasn't anyone told him?  Is he just a talkative guy?  What does it mean?

Kittens and Goats

Here are some updated shots of my cats relaxing on the porch.  The beds are for my goats, Looloo and Feefee but during the day they all share.

I think Salty looks quite glamourous in this this shot and she's totally showing off her tight post-kittens belly.

And here's Pepper with her burgeoning belly.  She has quite the appetite.  They're all so cute.

French Dinner Party For Three

Last night I recreated the meal Katy and I learned at our cooking class in Paris for my friends Clara and Alex.  It started off a bit American though with a cheese board before dinner (quel horreur!) with smuggled products from Paris.  Then I served cauliflower soup with Roquefort (smuggled as well).  Dinner was leek and mushroom stuffed lamb with snap peas and roasted baby potatoes.  All very simple and hearty.  Just the thing for a cold winter evening in Botswana.  For desert I served lemon and orange curd over rounds of pate brise.  We had a lovely time.

View from our apartment

Katy and I shared a very sweet little pied à terre for the week.

Paris, je t'aime

I've had a lovely week in Paris.  Every time I come back I discover new places and never tire of revisiting the old and familiar ones.

Morning Croissant

This morning our corner boulangerie was closed and Katy had to run around Montmartre looking for another one to satisfy our croissant habit.  Katy and I enjoy all good croissants but what she brought back today was quite special.  It's a chocolate croissant filled with almond paste and then doused in some kind of alcohol.  You'd think butter, chocolate, and almonds would be enough for most Parisians in the morning but I suppose even that can come to seem normal.