Desserts to die for, even in the bundus
On holiday my mom had one important rule… Okay, she had many, but the one I actually quite liked was that we HAD TO have pudding on Christmas Day, regardless of where in the world we found ourselves. As we were keen seaside campers, it was usually something cold, but still with a touch of exotic flair.
Plett is easy because Woollies is within walking distance from camp, but when you pack the bakkie for the white beaches of Mozambique or the Botswana pans, the chef must be a little more innovative and plan in advance. I remember one year when my mom bought a rather delicate meringue for a planned Christmas pavlova. It survived
