My sister just returned from a Karoo road trip. I love the olive oil she brought home. There’s lots to love about the Karoo.
Farmy things and old things and things that remind me of butter and nests and speckled eggs. That’s what’s crossing my path this Sunday. The fireplace wants me to sort out the space that surrounds it, which does not do it proud. I spotted the Karoo Olive Oil on the kitchen shelf of my friend Debs. I like that tin.