Heerlijk! That’s their jam’s name because that’s almost everyone’s reaction: “Oh, jééérlik!” “It’s our legacy, passed down from generation to generation,” says Wiida Badenhorst, an attractive blonde with busy, skillful hands.
She recalls her childhood on a farm with the lyrical name Skaterwater, near Botha’s Pass – between Memel and Newcastle – in KwaZulu-Natal. Zulu women picking nastergal berries in the veld and the fields, the hot sun beating down, and, enamel bowls on their heads, carrying them back to the farmhouse. A few at a time, until her mother, Elize Conradie, had enough to make jam. A good season would deliver about 10 bottles.
It was scarce, and sought after. Later, she planted some of the seeds in her garden and her jam became the star product at the…