It’s over!!!
I can’t believe how bereft I feel now that the
Olympics
is all done and dusted. No more late night beach volleyball, swimming,
fencing, running – anything! I shall really miss seeing all these
athletes strive to be the best in the world, and, most of all, I’ll miss
that winning feeling I’ve had over the last few weeks.
As a
Brit, of course I’m delighted at how well
Team GB
did (even more proud because so many of the medals came from my home
county of Yorkshire - yay!) but I must say I’ve been equally proud and
delighted to feel part of
Team SA as well. Even – and it pains me to say this – when the boys pipped GB to the post to claim SA’s first rowing gold ever.
I’ve had a glow in my heart and a tear in my eye over
Chad,
Cameron,
Caster and
Oscar far too many times to count over the last few weeks – could I be turning into a true
Saffa after all this time?
Well, the answer to that, sadly, is no. And the reason I know this is down to
food. I don’t think you can call yourself
Seffican unless you yearn for and drool over certain
basic foodstuffs, which it’s just too late for me to understand.
Like
rusks for example. I am never going to ‘get’
rusks – they’re dry, tasteless, crumbly and the boxes are too big for my cupboards. Or
Rooibos tea
– you do all know it tastes horrible under all that sugar don’t you?
And finally, I don’t think I will ever really understand the South
African fascination of
cooking small pieces of meat on bones. The point of a
potjie
is to be comfort food – well, how comfortable can it be to get your
fingers all greasy and sticky as you fish out one piece of bone after
another? No – give me a nice clean
chop anyday.
On the flip side – my life is no longer complete without
biltong,
koeksisters,
Lucky Star pilchards and
chutney Niknaks, so perhaps I’m not such a lost cause after all. But I’ve still never had a
Durban curry, a smiley or – can you believe it –
poached guavas and custard.
So, I need your help folks – if I’m going to be as
proudly South African
as I’d like to be, what should I be eating and learning to love? And
for all our overseas readers – what’s the biggest foodie thing you miss
that reminds you of home?
Send us your ideas – and
recipes please – and the best suggestions can win a R500
Kalahari voucher. And hurry up – I need to try them all so I can cheer on Team SA in the Paralympics in a few weeks’ time!
