When I was a little girl, I used to go with my gran to the University of Pretoria where both her and my mother worked (my mother was a lecturer in Criminology) and we would drink tea in the big conference rooms. Whenever I smell Rooibos tea I think of my gran. She used to add a cube of sugar and a good glug of milk to my dainty tea cup and she always had something baked for the occasion. I so long for those days of pretending to be all grown-up. My gran never actually baked this cake but I found this recipe in one of my mother’s old…








