Category: Change moments
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Seven things I love about Melville, the bohemian heart of my home
It’s a long, long way from the capital of the USA to the gritty City of Gold, but for a freshly-transplanted American, Joburg is where the heart is…and the heart of Joburg is an ever-trendy little suburb that serves the best food in town.
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The strangely satisfying ritual of the long, slow Sunday roast
It’s a tradition that dates back through the generations, captured in fading photographs that evoke the aromas and conviviality of a restful weekend, capped with an indulgent family meal. Even in an age of restless change, there’s nothing like a hearty Sunday roast.
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How my love of food set me up for life
We all need to eat to live, but what a joy it is when you’re able to work with for a living, all the way from waitering in a family restaurant to mulling over menus a world away from home.
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How the food in my hood brings me comfort & joy
Fried eggs on toast remains a regular and easy option for the fussy palates of my children in the diverse eateries of Observatory in Cape Town. Here, in this happy fuzz of small eateries, there is a stark absence of food chains.
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The lessons the oracle taught me about life, survival, & phuthu pap
She was preparing our meal for that afternoon, a humble dish of phuthu pap (crumbed pap) and maas. The maas was a product of milk she got from her cows which she fermented. This was one of my favourite meals, growing up.
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If rugby be the food of love, play on!
Win or lose, and more win than lose, please, rugby is a game that brings South Africans together, not just in the stadium or the lounge, but around the braai or the potjie. It’s a rich part of our sporting and culinary heritage, worth celebrating even more in the light of our recent Big Victory…
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Life is a moving experience, but it always leads you home
I always start each move by packing up my room, clothes and shoes. I then move onto my kitchen and the living room. Finally, my prized possessions take the longest to pack. I have a habit of going through each photo album, old letters from friends, and every birthday card I had ever received.


