Corn on the cob (or as we South Africans prefer to call them, mealies) remind me of cute grade one kids with missing teeth and ponytails. I’m not referring to the sterile shop versions that have been plucked, waxed and topped and tailed until they’re perfect physical specimens. I’m talking proper corn on the cob, the ones sleeping soundly inside [...]
I sometimes worry about the amount of time I spend contemplating totally pointless things. Like wondering what animal I would prefer to have with me if I were marooned, Robinson Crusoe-style, and had to fend for myself for the rest of time. The answer is pig. I simply cannot think of any meat more versatile than pork. Think bacon, German [...]
I’m pretty sure I can’t be the only one, but I’m the kind of person who peeks in other peoples’ baskets when I’m in a supermarket queue. Surreptitiously of course, I wouldn’t want to appear weird. You can’t blame me. After all, it’s not like there’s much else to do. One can tell a lot about people from their baskets. [...]
Sometimes life gives one a bit of a wallop. It’s not nice, but it happens. And when it does, I want comfort food. I lock the front door, put on my ugly trackie pants that make me look like a baby elephant, and hit the kitchen to whip up something that will make me feel all warm and fuzzy. [...]
I’ve been fairly devastated for the past month or so – ever since I found out that I will not be frying myself to a crisp on January 2nd. See, that’s the day the traditional New Year cricket match normally starts at Newlands stadium. Capetonians rock up in their thousands with cooler bags, 2-litre bottles of Coke and contraband sachets [...]
Many of my friends fear soufflé. Not the eating of it. The making. They fear it the way I fear SARS, or being caught DUI and locked up for the night with a bunch of dudes with bad haircuts and worse attitudes. I reckon that anybody with half an active brain cell has good cause to fear the last [...]