“I clutched my tin of buttermilk beskuit. I wanted to give him something to help with the shock. But he needed something else even more than these broken rusks. Something we all needed: hope. We had to have hope.” HopeFoodSouth AfricanTannie MariaBeskuit Book:Recipes for Love and Murder Source: Recipes for Love and Murder
“I don't believe in sleeping in the day," I said to my tea. "It's confusing. When I wake up I don't know whether to have breakfast, lunch or supper." I dipped my muesli rusk into the tea. "I suppose I can just eat beskuit. Any time of the day.” South AfricaTannie MariaRuskBeskuit Book:Recipes for Love and Murder Source: Recipes for Love and Murder