Summer in Berlin…and we are sick


it’s beautiful outside, 31°C and sunny. The boys are healthy luckily, but Papa Madola is lying bed with a fever, infected sinuses and joint pains. He is an easy patient as long as he is sleeping 🙂 I was also sick, was stung by a wasp last week and had a seriously shitty allergic reaction to it over the weekend. Luckily the doc gave me some cortisone tablets so that I can function again today. I looked like a ‘Streuselkuchen' or maybe more like I had measles. Anyway, its over now, the rash is calming down and the swelling is almost all gone! So glad its over. Its not a nice feeling to be so itchy, swollen and overall feeling weird.

Now looking after the husband while the kids are going crazy in the flat. Babka in the over, an order form my husband. Healthy dinner has been shopped for and will be made later when it gets a little cooler. I think I`m gonna keep on cleaning, clearing and making the house a little neater. Every once in while I get an attack of wanting to give lots away and make space. I feel its cluttered here and I don’t like to have too many things. It makes life harder and chaotic. I like it to be minimalistic but with a charm and warm feeling. Just not too many things!

And I guess I have to prepare for autumn too. Even though the temperatures don’t really feel like autumn, I know soon its gonna change and then I will be scrambling to get it cosy in here. So now that I have some time in here, maybe I will use it wisely and prepare a couple of things.

xx Mama Madola



AlltĂ€gliches Ringen mit meinem Großen


Ich muss zugeben, im Moment habe ich Phasen in denen ich gern alles hinschmeißen möchte. Mein Großer, Lennon, stellt mich im Moment tagtĂ€glich auf die Probe. Als ob er ausprobieren möchte ob ich es auch ernst meine. Das ist sein Job. Das muss er tun, Grenzen austesten, meine Worttreue prĂŒfen, sein eigenes Reich abstecken und auch mal sagen dĂŒrfen: “Mama, bitte lass mich in Ruhe ich möchte jetzt spielen”. Doch das stĂ€ndige austesten kann auch ganz schön an den Nerven zerren. Ich mache es grundsĂ€tzlich gern, mit Überzeugung und Liebe, doch auch einen Job den man liebt darf man mal anstrengend finden…oder nicht?


Lennon wird im Dezember 5 Jahre alt und sein Horizont wird immer weiter. Er fragt mehr detaillierte Fragen, will viel ĂŒber die Natur und vor allem Tieren wissen. Ich liebe das. Das Fragen und wenn ich es nicht weiss muss ich es rausfinden… Toll, so kann ich auch noch dazulernen. Lennon ist total vernarrt in alles was krabbelt. Von Spinnen, Armeisen, Kellerasseln zu Fröschen, Fischen und grĂ¶ĂŸeren Tieren wie Katzen, Hunde und Bauernhoftieren. Wir mĂŒssen regelmĂ€ssig zur DomĂ€ne Dahlem um den KĂŒhen, Schweinen und HĂŒhnern Hallo zu sagen. Es ist ihm sehr wichtig. Jeden Tag fĂ€ngt er ein Krabbeltier und bringt es nach Hause. Er hat mittlerweile immer eine Tupperschale mit, falls er fĂŒndig wird. Wie bekommt ihr es hin euren Kindern die Natur nahe zu bringen wenn ihr in einer Stadt wohnt ohne Garten vor der TĂŒr? Je Ă€lter die Jungs werden, je mehr Fragen von Lennon kommen, desto mehr wird mir klar das ich möchte das sie viel Natur erleben, fĂŒhlen und aufnehmen können. Ich möchte das sie wissen wo GemĂŒse und FrĂŒchte herkommen, wie sie wachsen und wie sie alle heißen. Ich möchte mein kleines Wissen von Pflanzennamen an sie weitergeben und ihnen nahelegen auf die Natur aufzupassen, ein Bewusstsein fĂŒr unsere Umgebung zu entwickeln.

Doch ich empfinde es als sehr schwer das zu erreichen in der Stadt in einer Etagenwohnung ohne Balkon. Die paar Pflanzen die ich in Töpfen hier in der Wohnung habe machen nun mal keinen Garten wett. Mal sehen was noch wird…

XXX Mama Madola

Denmark Holiday 2016


The boys and I are in Denmark, to be exact on an island called RĂžmĂž. Far from the internet, with lots of beach, sea and freedom for the boys. Today was our first day of rain and very little to no sun the whole day. Only now at the end of the day, just in time for sunset, is the sun coming out as if she wants to tell us that tomorrow will be a better day, that she hasn’t left yet. Nothing worse than being inside the whole day with two boys because the rain is too much and both boys have a running nose. Just before supper time I sent them outside packed up in their rain cloths and lucky us the sun came out and gave us just one hour of very nice playing time outside in the garden of our holiday home.

We are here for another three days. This little holiday makes me think about a graden again, if we shouldn’t move into a little house in the outskirts of Berlin, or should we stay in the city and raise our boys as city boys. Even in the city I can teach them about nature, it just doesn’t feel as real, it takes more effort on my part, which I don’t mind, but I somehow prefer them also exploring for themselves too without me always having to show or intrude because of not ideal nature environments.

Sending love from the North Sea, Denmark

Mama Madola


Summer Holidays

Just in time for the start of summer holidays, the boys are both healthy again, the virus has past and we can get excited about spending one week in Denmark. The holiday house is very close to the North Sea and if we are lucky the weather will be nice and we will spend all day every day in the beach. Lennon will be looking for jelly fish, Elliot will be playing soccer with his uncle and I will finally have some time to read a book…

Then after one week I will drive home to Berlin with the boys only to drive back to my mothers home four days later and to spend some special time alone, without the kids, with my dear husband. I must admit I’m very excited but also a little worried to leave the kids behind. I know my mother will do just fine with them, she raised us four by herself so I know she is very capable 🙂 and I keep telling myself that it is important for Papa Madola and I also get to be a couple, have alone time, chat without interruptions, enjoy a glas of wine at night by a candle lit dinner and not have to worry about having to get up 5 hours later…

Love, mama madola


Sourdough bread 

When one kid and the husband are sick I seem to always resort to baking and cooking with the healthy child. It’s fun and it gives us something to do while looking after the patients in their beds. 

I have always wanted to try make sourdough bread myself, of cause with my own homemade starter. I remember trying it out in Cape Town once but failed miserably. So when two out of four were sick I made the starter and three days later Lennon and I made the bread. It turned out lovely. It didn’t deflate like the last one I made. It took a while 24 hours to be honest but it tasted and looked like sourdough bread from the bakery. I was quite happy about the result and we all had a piece with our homemade cherry jam. It was very delicious. Now the starter is in the fridge and waiting for his new opportunity to make us happy with some real good bread. 

Do you also like trying out new things in the kitchen? Baking or cooking? 



Homemade Cherry Jam


I don’t know how you all feel about making jam yourself. I had never done it and when I found out one of my friends just bought herself a garden here in Berlin with a huge cherry tree, I jumped at the opportunity to get my hands on those cherries and try my luck. It turned out to be a lot if work, patience and very nice tasting jam. In other words it was all worth it.

I am finding making things like jam, picking cucumber, making things from scratch with the boys is a real treat. It makes us appreciate it so much more and the boys can see how it all is made and how much work it means.


Like my friends just got a garden, that would be ideal for us living in the city. Here in Berlin lots of people live in apartments and either buy/rent a little garden further out or get themselves a weekend house even further out of the city where they spend their weekends in the green, near a lake or forrest. It is  a nice escape from the city especially for children. The older they get, the more they are interested in little bugs, insects, beetles I find myself trying to show them nature without it being on a city playground between other children playing, toys and the random dog poop. I try to drive out into a forrest or to a lake as much as I can so the boys can hear the birds, watch ants do their work, experience nature without much other noise around. It seems so important today to make them aware of their surroundings because of how the world has changed.

LOVE, MamaMadola


Hello again…


Vieles hat sich geĂ€ndert seit dem letzten Mal als ich geschrieben habe. Mittlerweile sind wir zu viert, das Leben scheint schneller geworden zu sein, die Jungs sind unser Sonnenschein und werden zu schnell groß fĂŒr meinen Geschmack…

Andere Dinge haben sich nicht geĂ€ndert. Papa Madola arbeitet noch immer als Komponist (Tonmeister) und wir wohnen wie gehabt in Berlin Prenzlauer Berg. Wir sind immer noch  in der nun langsam zu klein werdenden Wohnung und haben uns aber gut an die frĂŒher sehr verhassten Treppen gewöhnt.

Lennon und Elliot wachsen zweisprachig auf, Lennon ist jeden Tag im Kindergarten und sein Deutsch ist mittlerweile so gut wie das seiner Freunde in der Kita. Elliot beginnt gerade seine ersten Worte zu finden, die jedoch ĂŒberwiegend auf Englisch sind. Ich bin gespannt wie das noch wird…

Lennon liebt den Kindergarten und genießt es immer sehr dort mit gleichaltrigen zu spielen, neue Welten zu erfinden und in sie einzutauchen. Zuhause muss er sich viel nach seinem kleinen Bruder richten der noch nicht so feinfĂŒhlig ist was das Erfinden von Spielen angeht. Er ist noch sehr fĂŒr die eher groben Spiele zu haben z.B. HĂŒpfen, Ball werfen und schießen, Fangen und Verstecken. Sie spielen viel und gern zusammen, ich geniesse das sehr! Ab und zu haben sie sich auch sehr in den Haaren und messen sich im Geschwisterkampf. Das endet dann oft in TrĂ€nen ist aber auch nicht immer zu verhindern. Ich kann mich sehr gut daran erinnern mich mit meinen Geschwistern gestritten zu haben, es gehört nun mal dazu…

Wie ist das bei Euch so unter Geschwistern? Es sind ja immer Phasen, das hilft mir oft mich daran zu erinnern!

So gute Nacht erst einmal…

Love, Mama M.


Happy Chanukka und einen frohen 1. Advent


Last night my husband says to me: ‘ Don’t you feel like making my mom’s doughnut’s?’ I was a little confused to annoyed because we all know that making doughnuts isn’t just done within 5 minutes.
Papa Madola seems to just always been handed over the ready made doughnuts without seeing the effort that goes into it. But this time around I made sure he saw what goes into it 🙂
I organised the recipe from my mother-in-law (she makes the best doughnuts by far), and started making the dough early this morning before breakfast.

After breakfast I cut out the doughnuts and left them to rise. In the meantime I organised the frying-oil and the icing to make sure I am prepared when they have risen and then cooled down and ready to be iced.


And being back in Germany we are joining the german traditions like Adventszeit with our jewish traditions. In Cape Town I found the Adventszeit was never a big deal. The mood and feeling never came up due to the warmth and sun in November, December and I didn’t ever really bother to start the mood of baking, candles and warm soup.


But now that we are in Berlin and it’s so nice and cold, the Christmas-Markets all around us, I have decided to join the two cultures. So today, we will have the doughnuts and light the Chanukka candles and we will also light the Adventskranz candles this afternoon.

Lets see how it pans out :-)*Hugs and Kisses*


Women need midwives, MĂŒtter brauchen Hebammen!!!


It seems like a century ago that I wanted to be an independent midwife myself. I applied to all german midwifery schools for a place to learn how to become one of those amazing women that get to be a witness during the most amazing moment when a baby is born. I did some really good practicals, witnessed some amazing home deliveries and not so amazing but necessary cesearen sections and made up my mind to become one of them.

But life happened and I moved from the north of Germany all the way to Cape Town, South Africa to be with my now amazing husband Papa Madola. I started my Nursing Degree in Cape Town and during the course of my studies, also got to deliver some babies myself. And to my astonishment, I didn’t feel any connection. It seemed like the idea of being a midwife was more exciting than actually being responsible for the delivery, the mother and the child.

I finished my studies, not knowing what the heck I was going to do. Since my childhood I had a plan for myself and now I realised it wasn’t for me. I wasn’t born to be a midwife. And I know you have to be born one or you won’t be the best at it. You feel the passion for the job or you don’t. And I realised I didn’t feel that passion when I delivered my 15 babies during my studies.

But what I do know is, that I still feel very strongly about the profession and I believe that mothers and pregnant women are in need of a midwife. They are the rock for most mothers when they feel exhausted, when they feel they are loosing control over their bodies, birth plan or after the baby is born when they feel lost in between breastfeeding, changing nappies and raging hormone cocktails.
We need midwives to to fend off the world when we are too weak to do so ourselves and we need a midwife to be our advocate in a hospital situation. She is our best friend in pregnancy, delivery and once the baby is born.

Now being back in Berlin, Germany, they want to make it clearly impossible for midwives to exist. The government is raising the insurance contribution so high, that it basically forces the midwives to stop working as such or to work for free. And that is happening in a first world country where I was told we were a child-frienldy country.
But how can that be. Without midwives we mothers would be forced to be monitored by only a doctor, then have our babies in the hospital. What kind of a plan is that.
It stinks and we have to stand up to that. It’s our choice to make where we have our children and who supports us during the prenatal, delivery and postnatal time.
Without midwives we will be forced only one way and that’s the hospital with all it’s machines. Yes of cause that is necessary sometimes, but most babies can be born out of the hospital and attended by only a midwife.

I am going to attach a link. Please sign the petition to support the further existence of midwives in Germany and spread the word about it.

Thank you and good night.*Hugs and Kisses*


Streuselkuchen mal anders…

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It’s raining outside, grau und regnerisch, der Herbst ist nun offiziell da. When it’s raining and grey like that I always love baking and enjoying some really nice cake or biscuits.

Yesterday I made a plum cake a little differently. We germans love our ‘Streuselkuchen’ and I just changed it up a little.

Here is the recipe:

120g weiche Butter
100g Zucker
1 Ei
1 Teelöffel Vanillin Extrakt
250g Mehl
1 Teelöffel Backpulver
priese Salz

Dies ist fĂŒr eine 22cm Springform.
Schlage die weiche Butter und Zucker schaumig, dann fĂŒge das Ei und die Vanille dazu. Nun kann das Mehl, Backpulver und Salz gesiebt werden um es dann der Ei-Zucker-Butter Mix hinzuzufĂŒgen. Dann forme einen Ball und wickle es in Frischhaltefolie und tue es in den KĂŒhlschrank fĂŒr 2 Stunden.

Den Ofen auf 180°C vorheizen. Den Teig aus dem KĂŒhlschrank nehmen. Auf den Boden der Springform die HĂ€lfte des Teiges verteilen, die andere HĂ€lfte fĂŒr die ‘Streusel’ aufheben. Dann die entkernten Pflaumen in Schiffchen schneiden auf dem Boden verteilen und dann den restlichen Teig in Walnussgrosse ‘Streusel’ auf den Pflaumen verteilen.

Dann nach Belieben etwas Rohrzucker auf den Streusel verteilen um dann den Kuchen fĂŒr 30 min im Ofen zu backen.

here the english version:

120g soft butter
100g sugar
1 egg
1 teasp. vanilla extract
250g flour
1 teasp. baking powder
pinch of salt

Cream the butter and sugar together, then add the egg and vanilla. Sift the flour and baking powder, salt and gradually add to the egg mixture. Knead into a ball, wrap in cling wrap and refrigerate for 2 hours.

Preheat the oven to 180°C. Remove the pips from the plums and cut them into slivers. Use half of the pastry for the bottom on a 22cm springform to make the base. Then add the plums and finish with the other half of the pastry. Make walnut size pieces to cover the plums. Then sprinkle some castor sugar over the top and bake for 30 min in the oven.

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Lennon helped me very nicely. Mainly eating the batter and putting his hands everywhere. Just like his Dad. He came home after work and straight away picked on the row batter. Strangely enough both my men didn’t have a sore stomach afterwards 🙂

I hope you like the recipe.

photo 3-4*Hugs and Kisses*