Seeing as most of you are more than content with the sheer boredom being dished up mainly by South African teams in their quest to “not lose”, let me change the subject to something a bit more spicy.
Last night I made what must rank as the 4th best Bunny Chow EVER made. Now considering I live in the Freestate – a good 4 hours away from the spiritual home of the dish – this Bunny is likely to be the best ever made in this province. And this is me being modest.
Got me thinking though…
The ‘colored’ people of South Africa have this great mass produced culinary treat called the “Gatsby”. I have never tasted one but the way they rave over this you’d swear its food heaven. At Newlands you are not allowed to drink, eat, fart or even talk about rugby – but next time I am in the vicinity I am sure to look up a place where a Gatsby can be had.
The Durban Indians ‘manufacture’ the abovementioned “Bunny Chow”, with an Engen Garage close to Umkomaas being said to make the best ‘bunny’ in the province. Word on the street is that you have ‘spuitpoep’ all the way back into Durban but that it’s worth it!
Then the boere weigh in with that national favourite – the boerie roll. From Odendaalsrus to Ermelo, tannies of all ages (these days 14 year old Afrikaans girls also dress and talk like tannies so you never know) for some reason just understand how to assemble the perfect boerie roll. Not too much butter, a good dollop of home-made tomato and onion relish and then they shout: “pappa, is die worsies reg?”
Luckily pappa was just about to top up his Klipdrift so he readily jumps up to take the worsies to mamma. Or in the East rand he might shout back: “ja die goed is reg kom haal – en bring sommer vir my nog `n bier!”
This leaves us with the soutpiele and the darkies. What is the mass produced favorite ‘phakisa’ dish of these ‘peoples’ of our land? A friend reckons the Xhosas will say it’s a “smiley”, which is a sheep’s head. I have heard about the ‘walki talki’ but I don’t know what this is? These chubbie girls in the townships are said to live on a diet of the “kota”, which is a revolting polony-and-cheese type bread-majiggie. Then there is the mamma’s chicken you can buy on street corners in the township. In once on my way into Cape Town took a taxi from Gugulethu and sampled some of this fine braaikos. I was however too inebriated to recall what it tasted like.
So seeing as the maul is perfect, the scrums are a joy to behold, our centre’s are just line- breakers extraordinaire and the props in our backlines are pure poetry – lets maybe discuss the Curie Cup of South African food cultures?