Culinary Delight: Roasted Potatoes, Mutton and Stir fried vegetables.

It has been a while since I posted some food and yes, it is another potato dish. They are still a favorite. I just love potatoes 🙂

We do not dine out a lot but when we do, Mambo Italia pops up frequently. What’s not to love about their food? One of their options for sides are potatoes roasted with sage and garlic. Yum! Not only are their portions large, their food is down right delicious and filling.

Here is my attempt to recreate the potatoes:-

Oven Roasted Potatoes with Sage and Garlic.

Serves 2


  • 5 large potatoes
  • I tbsp olive oil
  • 1 tsp garlic powder
  • 1 tbsp dried sage
  • 1 tsp paprika
  • ½ tsp turmeric
  • Salt and pepper to taste


  • Peel and cut the potatoes into thick slices or wedges if you wish.
  • Boil the potatoes in salted water, together with the garlic and turmeric.
  • Boil for 8-10 minutes until almost but not quite cooked.
  • Drain and cool
  • Preheat oven to 200 degrees Celsius,
  • In a bowl, mix the olive oil, paprika and thyme.
  • Add the cooled potatoes and mix well, then arrange on a baking tray.
  • Bake for about 20 minutes.

Serve hot.

Potatoes roasted in sage and garlic, boiled mutton and stir fried vegetables.

As the mutton was quite fatty, I boiled it with 2 chopped red onions, I tbsp of ginger- garlic paste, 1 tbsp of chopped coriander (include the stalks), 1 chopped tomato, salt and pepper to taste. You can add 1 tbsp of tomato paste to thicken a bit and add colour to the stew. Let it boil with two cups of water until thickened and reduced to your liking. The mutton was about 400g. This was my version of the famous “tumbukiza” where meat is boiled with all other ingredients you want in there and served hot and saucy.

The stir fried vegetables were carrots, courgette and green pepper (capsicum or hoho as we call it here) sliced into strips. I added a bit of soy sauce and honey to add flavour and a glossy finish.

Below is another potato dish I made weeks ago, only this time the I used mixed herbs, onion and garlic, and the side was some deep fried fish which I made a tomato based sauce for.

This was also very delicious and filling.

Roasted potatoes with mixed herbs and garlic, deep fried fish in homemade tomato sauce.

Aren’t potatoes bae?

PS: I do make other healthier *cough cough* dishes, keep it locked for the recipes.



Weekend Recap: Nairobi Mamba Village.


Was Njeri’s day to have her hair done. Nothing much happened. I visited my former work place and it was nice catching up with former colleagues. We stayed in traffic for a long time though. I do not know why I had the not so bright idea of heading to Mombasa Road on the same day as the Mater Heart Run. Sigh.

Saturday dinner was chicken and lemon, chunky fries and coleslaw. I was happy that I would finally get pictures for the recipe so I could update it on the blog but Kenya Power had brighter ideas. Power was gone the whole afternoon till next morning. The food was delicious though. The only photo I got before my phone went off did not do the meal any justice. LOL


Went to Church and decided to head to Mamba Village to treat the kids.

Mamba Village is a crocodile farm located along the Langata – Karen Road, just after Stedmark Gardens. The big sign on the road is no longer there so I had to call for directions. We were shocked when we got there. The place has huge grounds but the landscaping and some of the facilities have been severely neglected.

The restaurant grounds are beautiful though, well-kept and clean. And the washrooms were very clean too. Other positives were the service and the food albeit less positive. Service was fast, food was good, though nyama choma was a bit dry (the beef especially), and not marinated as claimed.

You have the option of a la carte or a platter selection. Their buffet is Kes 1500 per person, which didn’t make sense for us to try cause of the kids. We decided to go for a meat platter with three different accompaniments.  That was more than enough for the four of us and we even had to take away some of the meat.

The highlight of the place however are the Nile Crocodiles they have there. They are divided into three sections. The kids, the teens and the mature crocs. The kids were fascinated and Njeri even held a baby croc! Too cute.


The Mature Crocs basking in the sun

That is a two year old tortoise, isn’t it the cutest?

They also have some tortoises and three female ostriches. Njeri and Leo were bowled over by the tortoises too, especially the baby one that was so small it could fit in her hand. She did not want to let go of it. We had a guide too, Stephanie who took as round, answered all our questions, involved the kids in a little Q and A of what they had seen. Let’s just say we all learnt a lot.

We were also lucky enough to watch the crocs being fed. This is done once a week, every Sunday at 4.30 pm. Messy and stinky affair to be honest but also quite intriguing.

Mamba Village will have to do a lot to reclaim its lost glory, especially now that neighbouring Stedmak Gardens has started a small park too with snakes, ostriches, turtles etc.

Price wise, H and I paid Kes 250 each, Njeri Kes 100 and Leo got in free. Their Facebook page is Mamba village  I found the pricing quite fair and would not mind going there again.

Have a great week ahead and strive to learn something new every day!

Weekend Recap


A couple of my colleagues decided to check out #nairobiburgerfest to kick off this weekend and why should I not tag along given my love of food?

Venue of choice: Urban Burger at Prestige Plaza, Ngong road .

It is the newest branch of the Urban Gourmet Brand and it has kept up the standard  quite well methinks.

It was quite busy as it was lunch time and burgerfest after all, but the service was on point. I had a cheese burger, my colleagues had the Texan burger, the blue cheese and the fourth was the chilli burger. Unfortunately the chilli burger was not as hot as the waiter made us believe, but delicious nevertheless. We had the burgers with fries, onion rings and coleslaw on the side. We were all stuffed, and had to get doggy bags for the fries. The patties were juicy, the buns fresh, the salsa on point too.  They really do have great burgers and I am delighted that they are now closer to where I work. Yum!


Was to take Njeri to dance class then spoil her rotten afterwards. Unfortunately, dance class was canceled and she had a tummy ache so decided to stay home and sleep. I decided to do a bit of shopping for the kids and stock up on groceries. Came across this place; Tracy’s Kids Collection and I am in love. Good quality and beautiful selection of kids wear at really good prices. Her customer care is top notch too and she is located just across the popular Smart Baby at Chaka road. Smart Baby does have good clothes too but awful customer service. I am done with them. Tracy’s  is my new boo!

Rushed home to check on Njeri after grocery shopping. Sigh. Current food prices are a joke! I really do not see how the current government expects us to reelect them.  H was coming home from a work trip, decided to make him some yummy chicken biryani with creamy cucumber salad. I got the biryani recipe here Easy and quick. I did get carried away with the food colour though. LOL.

This was my second time to attempt this dish and I am pretty proud of my effort!

Chicken biriani with creamy cucumber salad

Creamy cucumber salad recipe. (Serves 3-4)


  • 1 large cucumber, peeled and deseeded, and sliced thinly
  • 1 cup natural yoghurt, sieved to remain with a smooth curd (takes an hour so to remove the whey)
  • Salt and pepper to taste
  • ½ tsp mixed herbs
  • I small red onion, sliced thinly
  • 1 tsp dhania chopped finely


  • Mix the curd with the onions, herbs, dhania and salt and pepper to taste.
  • Add the cucumber, mix well and chill till ready to serve.

PS: Ensure the yoghurt drains well and deseed the cucumber so salad is not too watery and runny.


I have said here before I love weekend breakfasts, and as a Mother’s Day treat to myself, I made these yummy pear and nutmeg pancakes. I reduced the sugar though to 2 tbsp as I did not want them too sweet.

The taste is out of this world, OMG!!!! I served with some fruits and downed with my usual ginger tea.

Pear and nutmeg pancakes with an assortment of fruits and jam

This is one recipe I need to try again. Too delicious!!!!

Also check out more recipes on Kaluhi’s blog. They are easy to make, use easily available and affordable ingredients, you cannot fail to have a delicious and filling meal as a result.

After church we stopped over at Wilson airport for the kids to do a bit of plane watching as we caught up with  a good friend. Njeri and Leo loved it! Uncle Alex scored maximum points with them on that one. Headed home as my bestie Vee was around. We caught up on stories of work, food, future dreams etc ; the visit actually ended up being a sleepover as we were still chatting past midnight. LOL.Too bad she has to go back to Uganda tomorrow. It was a great weekend to say the least.

Have a great week ahead!

Leo turns Three!

My  Lil’ man is three! Yipee! Oh how time flies.

It feels like just the other day we came home from the hospital and Njeri was a bit afraid of this constantly crying baby but she also showed him so much love and affection, and still does.

Isn’t he handsome?

The two have a great bond. Oh they do fight like fiends (which siblings don’t?)but they also have their own little private jokes and games they play with each other.

We did not have anything big planned for his birthday. I am yet to throw a huge party for either of them, I have always preferred a family affair which I know will change over time as they grow.

His cake was this beautiful creation from a good friend who has become a leading baker in her own right. In her words, “it was not her best creation,” but  we loved it.

I really appreciate the fact that she pulled it off as she was also planning her twins’ birthday party and my cake was to be delivered the day before the party. Not withstanding the crazy butter shortage in this town. Argh!

I sent her an online pic of what I wanted and she nailed it! This is his current favorite cartoon. His first birthday was Lightning Mcqueen, Second was Paw Patrol (done by Hash too) and this was Blaze the Monster Machine. I am pretty sure next year will be auto themed too. Hahahaha.

Vanilla with buttercream frosting by the lovely Hashnunish Sultan. You can check out her creations on FB page, Custom Cakes by Hash.

It was a beautiful cake by a beautiful person and the taste was heavenly. Still licking my lips at the memory of the yumminess 🙂

Vanilla with buttercream frosting Blaze Monster Machine Birthday Cake 


One last time.

Are you a HONY fan? I love the stories and today’s HONY post on Facebook  about Mario and his friend just made me tear. One truth that is hard to believe is you never know when your last conversation with someone is.

I was thinking of friends and relatives who have passed away and have regrets over so many things I would have loved to do or say, and there are those I have peace over, as I had the chance to spend time with them one last time. Even if neither of us knew it would be one last time.

To Hellen my childhood friend, I used to visit her in hospital and she got well for some time but we lost contact for a few years. I really wish I had worked hard at maintaining contact. I also wish my grandmother would have gotten to meet my daughter. She passed away before I could introduce my child to her.

For my friend Waithera, I am grateful that we got a chance to share a meal and a ride together. I did not imagine it would be the last time to do so. I keep asking myself what I could have done different if I knew; would we have lingered over lunch longer? Would I have driven slower and prayed for traffic so we could chat longer on her way to hospital? I do not know……but I am grateful for the short time we got to spend and talk over future plans for her family.

Rest in peace Waithera. Your family shall be fine and the boys will never forget you. Rest in Peace my dear. I know you are at peace.


Weekend recap

Hello Lovelies, good bye to another work free weekend! If this is not bliss, I do not know what else bliss could be 🙂

Saturday morning was spent with one of my good friends. It did feel nice popping in to someone’s office on a Saturday morning just to say hi. H and I had a few errands to run but the traffic really slowed us down. We ended up at Kiambu again but no pork this time round. We just bought some takeaway and ate while running around.

There is a lot of construction happening in this town it makes me wonder if all of these properties will get occupied. Methinks the bubble is going to bust soon and it will be ugly. It’s already hard enough for commercial properties to get tenants fast enough; cannot imagine the same with residentials. And the cost of these houses is no small change either. The prices are just ridiculous.

Sunday was lunch at a good friend’s place. I am so mad at myself for not taking photos of the spread. And it was quite a spread. Pork ribs with the meat falling clean off the bones, Sadza (southern Africa’s version of ugali), dried greens in peanut butter sauce, rice, chicken curry and these amazing butternut in coconut cream with hints of vanilla and cinnamon. I was in heaven! Njeri demolished that pork like there was no other food on the table she even got some take away. Hahahahaha. My friend Mandy is an amazing cook, I should really get photos of the next meal she cooks for us.

Have a lovely week ahead friends.


Weekend Recap

Hey friends.

Since I am back, there is no better way than to pick up where I left off, so I will try to keep to my themed posts.

This was a fun weekend. Still can’t believe I do not have to go to work on Saturdays. But hey, I had prayed over it and got it.

Saturday was slow, taking the princess to have her hair done and running a few errands here and there. In between H decided to buy me lunch. Now, this was no ordinary lunch for us; He took me to a nyama choma joint off kiambu road to eat what he claimed was among the best pork he had ever hard.

I trust H and meeen, that pork was delish. It definitely wasn’t fancy but worth every bite. They apparently boil the pork then wrap in foil after adding onions and tomatoes plus seasoning. We had it with mukimo (mashed greens and potatoes). Simple, delicious and tasted much better than it looked. Way better. LOL


We had guests over on Sunday for a simple garden lunch. I made hotdogs, sweet corn on the cob, tomato and basil salad, mango salsa and a simple potato salad. Sweet juicy watermelon and orange juice to wash the lunch down mmmhh. Lunch was a hit though I did not remember to take any photos but will share recipes soon. Perfect idea for an easy Sunday with the lovely weather we are having at the moment.

Have a lovely Monday dearies.

Daddy’s Girl

After the post on Mum, its only fair I say something about my Daddy too right?

My father is a very private person. He loves reading, is a great cook – he makes some mean pork- and his best and only dance move I have ever seen him do is the twist.

I am a Daddy’s girl or rather was until my younger sister came along 🙂 

I got my love of reading from my father, and learnt how to read at an early age. From as far back as I can remember he always came home with books for us to read, and he had quite a collection of his own too. From Bedtime Stories to Ladybird classics to Secret Seven, Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, he got them for us all. One of my fondest memories of growing up is waking up in the morning to find different books in our room. As I grew older he and I developed the same taste in reading and would even swap books when done and I being a faster reader would be ever so impatient when waiting for him to complete a book I wanted to read.

The only book I never read in my father’s collection was “Caitani Mutharabaini” (Ngugi wa Thiongo’s Devil on the Cross) as I was not patient enough to finish reading a book in Kikuyu.

Dad may have never spanked us, but one word from him was enough to make you mend your ways. My father always taught us that it was up to us to define how others treated us. If you wanted to be treated as an adult, then you had to act like one, including taking responsibility for all your actions and their consequences, whether good or bad.
My Dad is also prone to moments of silence, that yours truly is meant to interpret for her sisters 😉
I remember when I got married he went quiet on me for a while until he called me and admitted that he’s never accepted the fact that I am all grown up. According to him, he still sees me as the little girl who would cry when her elder sister started school, despite the fact that I was too young to join school. The little girl who would put on her gumboots and tie a headscarf and take the small panga to weed the compound alongside him. The little girl who would refuse to go to Sunday school so I could go to church with him for the main service.
Now that I am a mother, he is still taking it in bit by bit. There is one time we talked on the phone and I was hushing the baby at the same time and he just went quiet then said “I cannot believe you are a mother now”. And whenever he calls and hears my baby in the background, he says she sounds exactly as I did at that age.

My Dad ensured we were never late for school and he would always take some time off during our school holidays to spend time with us. Men I miss those days, lunch was usually fries and some fried meat with some steamed cabbage on the side. All served in a platter where we would all dig in. Balanced diet that was tee hee. And may I state with no fear of repercussion, that though he is a great cook, steamed cabbage was never his strong suit 🙂

My father has also influenced my taste in music in a big way. He had/ has varying taste and had records of Barry White, Nana Mouskori, Donna Summer, Olivia Newton – John, Jackson Five, Roger Whitaker, Jim Reeves, Dolly Parton, Kenny Rogers, Stevie Wonder, The Temptations, The Commodores, Diana Ross to Tabu Ley Rochereu and Franco, and many more. The Charley Pride records were definitely my Mother’s 😉
Thank you Dad for moulding us into smart, self confident and assertive women.

I love you Dad so so much!!!!May you always be proud of us!

MUM is the word

When I was growing up, my mother was and still is my biggest role model and was perfect in every way. Adolescence however threw that view out of the window and my Mum became the perceived enemy. Too nosy, too concerned, knowing everything, how was it that she could see right through me? It all irritated me to no end.

In my twenties, I realised what a gem she was, all the pressure she put me through was to show me that I was a diamond in the rough; and that rough needed to be sloughed off in every possible way. Each day I wake up I thank God for her and the polishing that she did. If she was not that hard on me and my siblings, we would not be the women we are today. My mother taught us to be God fearing, self disciplined and the importance of giving back. I can run out of space describing all that she has taught my sisters and I.

My mother is not a perfect human being, I know that now, but she was/ is a perfect mother, and now grandmother who if given a chance will spoil her granddaughters to no end.

She is also very intelligent, funny and hardworking. I remember growing up every other Saturday was “floor polishing day” and boy would we polish that floor. My mum also has this incredible knack for picking on things gone wrong. She would tell at a glance if the house had been washed using a mop or floor duster uh uh no shortcuts for her – I was so guilty of that 🙂

She would wake up early every morning, prepare breakfast for us, pack our break and lunch and ensure the cows have been milked and deliveries done ( when we had cows, once upon a time), and be ready for work on time! She would make us cheese sandwiches or drop scones for break, and fries and sausage or rice for lunch. Shady me would always swap my lunch with my friends as I thought their beans and chapati were better than cheese. Now that I know how much ham and cheese costs I know better. We did not have a house help for nine years from the time I started school till my younger sister was born. We helped out with the chores and by the time I was in class six, I could prepare my own break and lunch and be ready for school on time. My elder sister became an ironing expert she had Dad’s shirts to practice the art on.

Mum was quite the fashionista and super organized too. Once she came to pick me from school and my male classmate commented on how beautiful and smart she was. I was so proud but a bit disappointed that he did not tell me I got my looks from her. My elder sister reminded me that during school holidays, Mum would have her arrange her wardrobe for the week, alternating between skirts and blouses and dresses. So if Monday she wore a dress, Tuesday it would be a skirt and blouse, Eh Mama! [This now makes sense to me as to why and how I arrange my own clothes SMH].
Aunty Em, my Mum’s younger sister always tells me how much she admired my Mum growing up and still does. When on break from college, Aunty Em would baby sit us and she would spend the day trying on my Mum’s outfits and shoes and make up, then try and return everything in it’s proper place so as not to get caught. But being super observant Mum always noticed.

She also has very beautiful hair and would and still does take good care of it. We only went to the salon to have our hair plaited; she would wash our hair and blowdry it herself. She taught us DIY hair tricks such as egg and avocado treatment, and henna treatment. Up to this day, I prefer washing, treating and blow drying my hair myself.

She was also the disciplinarian, and was perfect at it. That’s all I can say on the matter 🙂

She also adapts pretty fast to technology; thanks to my younger sister. Mum is on social media and though she is in another country at the moment, and though my elder sister and I are married with kids, she still checks on us. Proper. Mothering and grandmothering by Skype. I have to send her photos of my baby each week via Whatsapp and if not, text messages will flow in furiously as to why I have not updated her 🙂 Woe unto me if I send my younger sister a photo and not my mother. I love this woman so much!

Now that I am in my thirties, I realise the significance and appreciate ALL that she did for us.
Mum, I love you so much and in a way that words cannot express. As I grow older, I find pride and humour in my similarities with you. May God continue expanding your boundaries, grant you good health and long life. Cheers!

Oh, and I want a new handbag. * wink* wink*

PS: Praying she does not join Twitter too 😉


Nostalgia is defined in the Collins English Dictionary as the yearning for the return of past circumstances or events; longing for home or family; homesickness.

I have been very nostalgic of late, missing my childhood and my next posts will reflect that.

We are three girls in the family, I am the middle child so was the most tempestuous and irrational. I have come a long way though, of late I have come to believe that I am the most mature and reasonable of the three of us 🙂

We were lucky to grow up with grandparents who did not live far from us, so going to ‘shags’ was a not big deal for us. My paternal grandfather passed away when I was 11 years old and I do have some fond memories of him. He always used to bring us the ‘Habari’ brand of biscuits and mutura. [ BTW, who remembers these biscuits?]. When my mum was expectant with my younger sister, he used to bring her fish. Sweet huh?

He was not very talkative but he loved us equally and that was enough. If I misbehaved at home and Mum was on the warpath, I would run as fast as my little legs would carry me to my grandparents’ place and hide out while he and my grandma would attempt to mediate. There is this grey cap he loved and whenever I see anyone with a similar cap its like I can sense him close. I miss you Guka.

My paternal Grandmother passed away earlier this year and to be honest I am having a tough time accepting this as I had not seen her for a while, despite living quite close to her. I have fond memories of her babysitting my younger sister when we had no house help. There was this time when my mum was in hospital for a long time, I had malaria, my elder sister was in boarding and my baby sister who must have been about 2 years at the time had an ear infection and my grandmother soothed her the whole night and took her to hospital the next day.

As stated above, I was a tempestuous little girl when things did not please me e.g having my teeth pulled out. I hated and still avoid going to the dentist. Having my milk teeth pulled always took extra effort; once it took my Mum chasing me round our house (outside) with both grandmothers standing at different corners and I ran straight into their arms and my tooth was pulled out pronto 🙂 Screaming for my Dad did not help matters as he was nowhere to be seen. Conveniently.

Cucu also made the best fermented porridge and yummy pancakes which are one of the things I miss about her already. She loved God, her family, her friends, her farm and her cows in that order. She had so many friends of all ages and it was rare for two days to go by without a visitor. I remember a distant relative being released from detention in the Nyayo era, and the first place he came to was to my grandmother’s place. I feel bad she did not get to hold my baby girl but I am to blame for that. Kept putting it off until it was too late, but according to my aunt she had been planning to come see the baby too but got too ill 😦

I’ll be sure to let my daughter know my grandparents by sharing the memories I have of them with her.
I will try my best to live what I learnt from them. To love God, always be loyal to family, always work hard and be thankful at all times because at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.
Rest in Peace Cucu.