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Tannie Maria’s Love Advice and Recipe Column: ‘The...

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Tannie Maria’s Love Advice and Recipe Column: ‘The Milk Tart Murders’

Shortcrust biscuit-base milk tart. (Photo by Gallo Images / You/Huisgenoot magazines)

Sally Andrew is the author of a series of Tannie Maria murder mysteries set in the Klein Karoo. In this monthly column, Daily Maverick collaborates with the (fictional) Karoo Gazette to share some of Tannie Maria’s stories, letters and recipes.

“Who knew a Marilyn Monroe movie could kill you? When Oom Frik of Oom Frik’s Fantastiques dies during a vintage movie screening in Ladismith, Tannie Maria and her policeman boyfriend Henk are on the scene.

American film actress Marilyn Monroe (Norma Jean Mortenson or Norma Jean Baker, 1926 – 1962). (Photo by Baron/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

“Ja, the old thrift-shop owner had a heart condition, but was there more to his demise? It’s rumoured that among Frik’s junk are valuable treasures, and the grumpy, paranoid old guy frequently altered his will.

“When a second body turns up, there’s a clue: a letter addressed to Tannie Maria asking for advice — and a milk tart recipe. Fifty-plus agony aunt Maria and feisty young journalist Jessie conduct their own treasure hunt and murder investigation. The police are looking for the perpetrator too, but the amateur detectives have unique skills, and Tannie Maria’s food is a powerful incentive to get people to talk.

“Maria and Jessie step into deep danger, but all is not doom and gloom. Spring has arrived in the Karoo, and Henk and Maria discuss moving in together, even though his home is full of his late wife’s stuff. Maria knows food has a way of filling the dark spaces, for better or for worse. Perhaps, once the Klein Karoo crime-buster’s work is done, she might follow her own advice and try a healing recipe.” 

Here is an extract of Sally Andrew’s latest book, out in March, and the author’s very own Melk Tart recipe.


I woke up to the sound of swallow chirrups. Every spring they fly across Africa, down to the Klein Karoo. They already had one nest on my stoep, and now they’d built another outside my bedroom window. Made of mud, like my house.

Henk grunted and rolled over, his arm falling across my chest. I was wearing my cotton nightie and he was naked. I smiled at this big sleeping man with his chestnut moustache and strong arms.

My smile woke him. He propped himself up on an elbow. “Marry me,” he said.

“No,” I said.

My late husband, Fanie, had put me off marriage for life.

“But maybe we could live together,” I said, stroking the silver and copper hairs on his chest. “You could move in here?”

Henk turned onto his back, put his hands behind his head and looked up at the Oregon ceiling.

“Maybe we should just leave things like they are,” he said.

Shadows fluttered across my sash window. Swallows, leaving the nest.

“Is this about Norma?” I asked. “All her stuff in your house?”

Norma was Henk’s late wife. She had died a few years ago, but his home was still full of her furniture and photographs. And recipe books.

“We could go to a movie together,” he said. “This afternoon.” “But it’s Saturday. You watch rugby with Reghardt.”

“Jessie convinced him to go to Oupa Frik’s movie,” Henk said. “It’s a love story.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first you can help me bake a lemon drizzle cake.”

Henk pulled on his long-sleeved white shirt and blue jeans. I put on a green cotton blouse, long dark pants and khaki veldskoene. I brushed my hair, tidying up the short brown curls. Then I let my five hens out of their hok. They squawked and fluffed their rust-red feathers. I checked the ground for rooikat prints and the sky for hawks, but it all looked safe. For now. I threw the chickens a handful of crushed mielies. They gobbled this up then moved across to see what today’s special was at the breakfast buffet — the compost heap. Henk and I sat on the stoep and dipped rusks into our coffee and listened to the morning choir of birds. Swallow chicks were twittering softly in the nest above our heads. The sun lit up my garden and the veld with its thorn trees and my old friend, the ancient gwarrie tree, its canopy dark green.

Image: Peter van Straten

Beyond the veld is the Rooiberg and then the distant Langeberg. The Swartberg are behind the house, to the north. I felt grateful to all these mountains. For being there my whole life long. Other things change. People come and go. Even the trees change shape and colour. But the mountains are just there. Sun and rain and wind move across their surfaces. Light and shadows. But you can rely on them not to go anywhere.

I looked across at Henk, who was also enjoying the view. We had been together nine months now. Sometimes it felt like he was as solid as a mountain. I was pretty solid too, but smaller, softer and rounder.

The chickens joined a pair of robins scratching for insects in my veggie patch. A bokmakierie was on a branch of the lemon tree, singing one of its hit singles like its heart was about to burst. The weavers in the eucalyptus trees by my dirt driveway were making a racket like a teenage disco party. Mating season makes all the birds a little crazy.

I reached for Henk’s hand. Our fingers wove together to make a nest. A warm, safe space that we had built.

Baking with Henk is always slower than baking on my own, but it’s more fun. We put the cake in the oven, and Henk cleaned up while I did some work.

Chocolate eclairs. Image: Dilyara Garifullina / Unsplash

I write “Tannie Maria’s Love Advice and Recipe Column” for the Klein Karoo Gazette. People write to me with their love problems and I give them a little advice, and a recipe that I hope will help. Weekday mornings I’m at the Gazette office and I sometimes catch up with my letters on Saturdays.

I sat at my small phone table with an email my editor, Hattie, had printed out for me, and a pen and paper. I had a laptop, but it lived at the Gazette. So Henk and I were both in the open-plan room that holds my kitchen, Aga stove and lounge. The kitchen door is my front door and opens out onto my stoep and garden. 

Dear Tannie Maria, I read.

There’s this guy at my office. I like him a lot and he might like me too, but I can’t be sure. He’s very shy and so am I. What can I bring to work — without making a fuss — that will get his attention? I know he has a sweet tooth.

Thanks! Shy Girl

I wrote:

Dear Shy Girl,

Here’s a recipe for creamy fudge. It looks very simple, but when he tastes it, he will close his eyes and something inside him will melt. Offer everyone a piece, but make sure you’re standing next to him when he eats his. After he has opened his eyes, you will see by the way he looks at you if he feels the same way about you as he does about the fudge.

Have a small packet of the fudge ready, with a ribbon on it. If he gives you the right look, you can hand it to him. That will show him how you feel. Don’t put more than four pieces in the packet because it’s good to leave him wanting more.

I wrote out the fudge recipe.

‘The cake is waiting,’ said Henk. He winked at me and I joined him in the kitchen.

Henk poked holes in the cake with a skewer, and I drizzled on the lemon syrup. Somehow, I got syrup on his elbow and the tip of my nose.

Lemon syrup, cake and coffee made a perfect three-course breakfast.


Sally Andrew’s milk tart recipe 

On the sweet side. Milk tart. Recipe available. (Photo by Gallo Images/Drum/David Briers)
Melktert (Milk tart). Recipe available. (Photo by Gallo Images / Avocado / Christoph Hoffmann)


  • 3 cubes of Ladismith stock
  • 1 marriage proposal
  • One and only Klein Karoo Gazette
  • 2 Red Velvet Cakes
  • 1 bottle of vintage vinaigrette
  • 1 Marilyn Monroe movie
  • Murders (at least two)
  • Milk Tart (at least one)
  • Chocolate eclairs (one too many)
  • 1 antique dagger
  • 1 goat called Mildred
  • 2 handfuls of assorted treasures
  • 3 veldfuls of spring flowers
  • 4 dollops of burgers and milkshakes
  • 1 hungry jackal
  • 5 plump chickens
  • 1 ancient gwarrie tree
  • 12 drops of Tannie Maria Essence


  • Steep ingredients in the vintage vinaigrette.
  • Add one at a time to an enamel pot, simmer and stir.
  • When the jackal arrives, allow the dish to burn a little.
  • Cool slightly before adding the Essence. DM/ ML
Author Sally Andrew. Image: Thierry Cassuto
“The Milktart Murders” by Sally Andrew. Image: Supplied

This letter and Tannie Maria’s recipe are an excerpt from The Milk Tart Murders, out 1 March 2022. You can buy Sally Andrew’s books here.

Sally Andrew is the author of the bestselling Tannie Maria mysteries, books that have been translated into fourteen languages across five continents. She lives in a mud-brick house on a nature reserve in the Klein Karoo with her artist partner, a giant eland, and a secretive leopard. Sally also spends time in the wilderness of southern Africa and the seaside suburb of Muizenberg.


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