Fitchef Launches Their Kiddies Range

You’ve heard about Fitchef right? They are this powerhouse company that is all about the #EatClean lifestyle.

I recently had the pleasure of being a part of their newly launched Kids Range. All healthy. All good. All well within price range of what we should be paying to keep our kids healthy & satisfied.

How did the Fitchef Kiddies Range come about?

The Operations Manager of Fitchef, Shaun, recently became a father and with that, as all parents knows, comes the challenges of providing a decent judge-less meal for your little one while still being “that” parent that sits on the floor with them, because you know – we all have endless amounts of time.

The difficulty Shaun faced was finding the time to do everything and still provide his toddler with a healthy balanced meal and that is how Fitchef Kiddies Range came to mind. After stringent testing (I’m hoping lots of eating) and a gruelling “vetting” process; Shaun was more than happy to role out this to the public (the public being me).

How many meals are apart of the Fitchef Kiddies Range?

They have 4 delicious and nutritious meals for your kids. The portions are enough to feed any child from a picky 2 year old to a busy 8 year old. It’s all our old favourites!

1 x Kids Menu – Cautage Pie

1 x Kids Menu – Whole Wheat Penne Bolognese

1 x Kids Menu – Meatballs Mash & Gravy

1 x Kids Menu – Chicken Nuggets & Chips

Before I explain what myself and Zineah tested, just know that I was initially quite sceptical

I tasted all the food #gimbaforlife

I wasn’t quite sure why the food had to be fully defrosted before I could warm it in the microwave for Zineah to eat

All the instructions on the packaging were the same, which I felt was something they could’ve paid a bit more attention to but hey, at the end of the day I figured it out, so no harm no foul


What did we test?

Cautage Pie – I love cauliflower and shepherd’s pie but aside from using Cauliflower as rice, I have always been too scared to branch out but this meal changed my mind! I am not sure what they did but this tasted like someone put magic beans in the food and intoxicated me

Meatballs Mash & Gravy – One word. Deliciously Saucy! Ok, that was two words but can you blame me? I honestly expected the meatballs to be hard and dry and then the mash to be too runny, sort of opposite consistency but man oh man; I was pleasantly surprised when I wanted more only to see Zineah had finished it all

Chicken Nuggets & Chips – Oh man, I was so sceptical about this because frozen chips warmed in the microwave? Hot damn! They were delicious. The nuggets had a slight cheesy taste which I was NOT expecting but it was a welcome change to what we were used to


What did we love?

It was hard to decide but being a homebody, I loved the Cautage Pie and of course, in typical kid fashion because this is, after all, a kiddies range – Zineah loved the Chicken Nuggets and Chips.

Why, I personally love FitChef and their team

I love the Fitchef team because they know how to take of people. They only deliver the best customer service and they definitely have your best interest at heart. They are a bunch of dedicated individuals who want you to live the healthiest and most longterm life ever.

I love their range of products – which all go through stringent quality testing – all on their website and as someone who is moving towards cutting out meat products, I am beyond stoked that they have a vegan range, so accommodating and easy to #EatClean with Fitchef


It’s The Small Things

I am sick, just a bit of flu. I put it down to a lack of sleep, starting my period and then work stress. So when I cry, it seems like sinuses. Which is what I need now, no one to know that I am crying or want to cry or have been crying. I screamed in the car yesterday, my daughter found it hilarious – she joined in. I screamed from frustration, anger and because I needed to. I am shaking, uncontrollably, controllably. I am drowning. Noticing that it’s the small things that make me want to lose my fuckin mind because why the fuck not! I am struggling to breathe, not from the flu but because if I don’t I am scared that I will lose it in a fit of rage. I want to hit something. I keep on snapping. I want to shout. At you. I want to throw something. Break something. Because maybe then I will feel better. But I know I won’t. That is not going to help. I have been putting off going to my GP for the longest time. I do think. Mentality. I need help. Emotionally. I need comfort. Physically. I need to be fucked. Would that not be the easier way to just let every – fuckin – thing go. Just like that. One quick pomp and I will be better. Hopefully it’s that easy. I am sick. I am not ok. I am taking a small almost non existent break from social media. I don’t think you are the problem though. But I am about to break.

You Deserve More

I am proud of you
You need to know that
Not that you don’t know that already but as Facebook keeps on regurtitating memories upon my sad soul
I can’t help but become emotional and sentimental about how small you once were
I often joke that you would stay small and get back in my belly; then atleast I’d have a real reason for having this big rolling mag
You deserve more than this life
More than feeling less than
You deserve love and happyness
Endless bounds of it
I wish I could give it to you all
The knowledge to not follow that boy to the ends of the Earth but also the knowledge that you have to make mistakes and get hurt to learn
You deserve more than mediocre, because you, my love are worth 1 hundred million thousand
You deserve only the sunshine, even peaking through the dark stormy clouds
You deserve to be loved immensely and then hurt deeply
The good and alot of the bad
Knowing that at any minute you can turn around and I’ll be right there
Being your mother makes me proud
You being my child makes me proud
If “Mother” is the only title I ever have in this earthly life, I am ok with that
No matter what other’s say
You dear Zineah have brought so much joy into the life of others’
You are loved beyond compare
By people you don’t even know
You deserve more than the little love I have to give
Because of you, I am who I am
A Mother
A Provider
I love you Zineah

May you never forget that

The word “Coloured” and why I hate it

Recently my family and I have started this ritual, in the spirit of being healthy; we try to walk a few times a wekk. A 30 minute walk / jog. It’s fun. I sweat. I pain. It’s for a good cause though (you’d understand if you ever saw in the light). But this post is not about the eternal train of wanting – to – lose – weight, this is about the ever popularised and overused term; “Coloured”

To say I identify as a Coloured would only be because that is what I have been told and from the area I have been raised; “Coloured” is the first and most natural bracket I have been put into.

I have been called

  • too white for Mitchells Plain
  • too sturvy because I am unfamilar with the wordings of my people

People have even gone as far as to say, “Are you sure?” when I tell them I have lived my entire life in the thriving drug and gang stricken community of “The Plain”

Do I get offended when I hear the term “Coloured”? NO

I do however, hate it and all the negative conotations associated with that ACI status

I am not white

I am not black

I am Coloured

  • Low level
  • Crass
  • Unintelligent

This not only what people say but how people look at me, I see the judgement in your eyes and that version of Coloured infuriates me

As soon as I loudly identify as Coloured; without a second thought I get asked to perfom stranger CCA’s (Coloured Circus Acts)

  • speak like one of them
  • say something Coloured

And then, what words do you use?

The favourite and one they always look forward to is PK

*please note that at the time of these CCA’s, I worked for a predominantly white owned company (I am not racist, just stating the facts) where it was of unheard of to still be calling your parents “Mommy” and “Daddy”, to still be living at home at 25 and to be living somewhere other than Claremont / Rondebosch

The term “Coloured” irks me even though we have Youngsta, Paxtion Fielies, Wayde van Niekerk and Craig Lucas (he is Coloured, right?) ; the sort of low level Coloureds or non TV Coloureds are still seen as kak

I am a proud Coloured girl from the Plain

I am not proud of the filthy language we use, the way we are so easily mocked and how we willingly make clowns of ourselves

I am a proud Coloured girl with a mom hailing from Lavender Hill and a dad from Manenberg

I am not proud of the way we are exploited and how the term “Coloured” is so loosely thrown around like the tik injected into our children’s veins

I am a proud Coloured girl always being told “you’re too white for Mitchells Plain but too coloured for Constantia” , as if that was some sort of compliment

I am not proud because I a writing this

Admitting that I am offended by the term “Coloured”, the term i so closely relate to; is not a good thing

Leaves me as if I am not apart of anything

As f I don’t belong

It is not a proud moment but as I bowed my head in shame when, what I assume was a drug laden gent, shouted across the field “Fiekie jou naai”; I realised that that version of Colouredness, although colourful #punright is not the version of Coloured I have ever wanted to be associated with

Perhaps it is because I am my harshest critic and worst judge

<when the one rotten apple lies in the basket too long: do we also turn brown on the inside?>

The Mindless Facebook Generation

So I write this post this morning because one of my Faceboook friends “liked” a picture of my snot tissue

Like, just “liked’ it for the likeness of it

My mom commented, in typical “mom” fashion and told me go see a doctor maar die vriendin #facepalm

Just liked my snot tissue picture


Are we just scrolling through Facebook in the hopes that we will come across something we like, love or can laugh at so that we can press hold and provide our very short sigted opinion?

Instagram; it makes sense because Instagram was created for the sole purpose of photo sharing

Facebook; is like the personal version of a LinkedIn account – where you are supposed to share and interact with your “friends”, right?

The reason why I am posting this is because I just can’t seem to fathom why you would just blindly “like” a picture of my snot tissues?

It’s not a picture of anything particurlary interesting – it’s snot, literal snot on tissues; at the time of posting it was not even dry

This brings me to the incident that happened on 15 September……over the course of that weekend, I found out that the robbers were still using my phone and simcard; remembering that ALL my accounts were logged in on that phone, I proceeded to type up a Facebook post where I explicitly asked within the first 5 words that “friends” don’t “like” or “comment” because the robbers have my phone etc.

Guess what? Fucktards decided to go and “like” it


Why is it that we cannot follow a simple instruction?

Is it because we are so numb and dof that it makes “sense” to just hit like as you scroll?

You know, while you’re doing anything else; you might aswell

Don’t want me committing suicide because of a damn like

I just cannot fathom this generation and I am not talking about the YGeneration or Millenials but those that spend endless mindless hours scrolling through Facebook, looking for the latest “news” so that they can share their ever important “opinion”

As if a “like” was a 20c; something we’d so willingly let roll onto the dirty floor, without a second thought

Come on people! Think about what you like, who you like and what you share

Share when it is something of importance, if not to you then atleast something that might intrigue your “friend” but for the love of Pete!, read before you just throw your “likes” around like a stripper @ a strip club

Thanking you kindly,
Your Facebook Friend