Hello there! It’s coffee time again. Maybe I should start calling it tea time, but then that would mean telling you a juicy story all the time and that’s too much pressure. So do sit down, let’s have coffee.
If I was having coffee with you today, I’d so that thing I usually do where I order tea as I tell you about my favorite traditional foods. Now I use the term ‘traditional’ very loosely here. This is not a blog post about nshima, delele or vishashi, (nor anything with ground nuts for that matter), so if that’s what you’re expecting, shem! (Yes shem! Not shame.)
Firstly, there are a few things you must understand. I love food and I am African. And as a typical child when I had a favorite food, I’d order it all the time whenever we went anywhere. And that food for me is sausage and chips. To date I’ll say that this is my favorite traditional food.
I like those chunky home made chips, too. (You know the fat ones that have character). Also please, let the sausage be hungarian (praise hands!!) it’s the only sausage I can recognize to truly make the union of Sausage and Chips what it is. (It worked hard for that position, let no boerewors try and put asunder please.) I kid you not. For me the chicken and chips era came far much later, nothing holds a candle to sausage and chips. The love for this meal was so real, that when we first went abroad my sister and I would only order that from the hotel menu the first week of being there (Maybe because it was all we knew), this was only punctuated by occasional orders of egg fried rice and some wonderful beef stew situation (all the yum, yes I remember even though I was only 6).
I would tell you that my favorite traditional drink is Fanta. I was raised in an era when growing up African meant you drank Fanta at every event. Fanta (from the bottle), is for the children and elderly aunts it seems.
If you’re African you will know that Fanta has supernatural powers. I shall explain. Fanta is how my dad would bribe me to stay home and not cry for him to take me to work with him.
Dad: I’ll bring you fanta.
Fanta is also how my mum would ensure that I stayed put after she called a photographer to take pictures of me for the millionth time! (A lack of Fanta could be the reason why I’m frowning on all my childhood photos now that I think about it).
If we were having coffee I would also tell you that one of my all time favorite candies are Cadbury’s eclairs and those bubble gums that came packaged like sweets (in that blue, white, yellow and pink wrapper). I remember at some point that’s how we’d know my uncle is home, when you’d see the eclairs making rounds. Sometimes we’d get them handed to us when we went to the gate to pokelela (receive) him after his day at work. He was always dedicated to our cause.
Anyway, I still love eclairs. In fact, you could probably win me over with a bucket of eclairs (Dear whoever, note that when you do this you must also be ready to bear the cost of my visit to the dentist), a giant plate of sausage and chips (my brother will not approve at the lack of ‘healthy eats’ in this post) and a giant orange Fanta. I long ago moved on to Sprite and other yummy things but you can never really go too wrong with a Fanta, not in Africa.
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