A Legacy of Love in Every Twist

In many homes across the Cape, the scent of koesisters is more than just a Sunday morning aroma. It is a memory, a tradition, a piece of who we are. For this baker, that sweetness began five years ago, in a kitchen filled with determination, hope, and the echoes of a woman who shaped her life. Her late aunt, the one who first taught her how to make koesisters, left her more than a recipe. She passed down a legacy. Every twist of dough, every blend of spice, every warm tray that leaves her kitchen carries the love and wisdom of the woman who inspired her.

The journey to selling koesisters began at a difficult time. Her husband underwent a below-knee operation, and their home was met with financial uncertainty. But instead of surrendering to hardship, they leaned into their strength and into each other. Together, they started Love in a Mug, a small dream built from faith, courage, and a recipe that had been in her family for years. What began with a simple koesister became their way forward, a testament to resilience and the belief that something sweet can come from even the hardest seasons.

To her, koesisters represent heritage. A flavour story shaped by generations of Cape Malay women who understood the beauty of blending spice, sweetness, and soul. It’s more than a treat… It’s a cultural heartbeat. A reminder of who we are and the traditions we pass down with pride. What sets her koesisters apart is simple: they’re made with love, guided by a recipe that has travelled through her family, enriched with secret ingredients known only to a few. Soft, flavourful, and perfectly syruped, that, she believes, is the mark of a perfect koesister. The kind that brings people back for “just one more.”

And people have returned from neighbours to community members, and even well-known figures like Ricardo McKenzie and Premier Alan Winde, who have all enjoyed her koesisters. But she remains humble, grounded, and grateful for every customer who trusts her craft. In her home, Sunday koesisters are sacred. They bring the family together, filling the room with laughter, conversation, and the warm comfort of shared heritage. It is a tradition she grew up with, one she proudly continues, and one she hopes her daughters will carry forward long after her. For those who haven’t yet tasted her koesisters, she has one message: They come from a place of love, heritage, and hard-earned passion. They’re not just made to be eaten. They’re made to be felt, remembered, and shared.

Because for her, koesisters aren’t simply a business. They are a story, a lifeline, a celebration of culture. And with every batch she makes, she keeps that story alive, one sweet Sunday at a time.