On Wednesdays always something new. Tonight Porterhouse, mushroom, roast potato and um, something green. Cecelia had hers delivered to her room; Jess and I had personal service too. Yum!
Jess has gone ice skating with friends. Tom says “I’ll cook Dad”. Suits me. “Come and get it!” he shouts after a spell of loud gangsta rap music blasting out from the kitchen. “Tommy Burgers!” yum
Trader Horn spoke of a fellow down-and-out in the Joburg doss house – a traveller who “made good money but couldn’t stand prosperity”. Whenever he made a commission, he’d go and get foolishly inebriated. My TomTom has a problem with prosperity. Jess will hoard her pocket money but Tom must spend his with urgency. ButContinue reading “Can’t Stand Prosperity”
Aitch had lots of stuff. She had two huge clear glass vases containing coffee beans and golden spirally sticks with bronze woven balls stuck into them, sticking up about a metre tall in all. I dunno. It’s a mystery. Inferior decorating, I guess. I hadn’t looked at them for ages, and when I saw TomContinue reading “Home Brew, Bru”
Ndumo – Camping alone – Extract from my diary:Tonight I decide to cook rice, lentils, green beans, potatoes and chicken washed down with a fine claret in a silver goblet. Mug. OK, it’s actually stainless steel. YUM!!! If you must know, the meal was actually a KOO tin (chicken biryani), but you can read theContinue reading “Culinary Tour de Force”
Dragging the juicer out of the pantry, TomTom looked at me. And now? I want to mix some pasta dough, Dad. That’s the juicer, boy, here’s the Kenwood chef. OK Mixes the stuff, whips it up, then kneads it by hand; Next thing he has a pasta machine clamped to the kitchen table. It hasContinue reading “My Pasta Chef”