In March I spent seven days alone, with my parents in Africa. Amazingly nobody died and I only had to sneak off for one illicit cigarette. There were frozen margaritas, crocodiles and several unnecessary references to my Dad's horn when we were sharing a room. Still, nice to know that even in your seventies you can still be, um, exciting. I suppose.
"Wedge the open end into the cavity of a chicken" says all you need to know about South African cooking. Vegetarians not welcome.
There's been an unusual and extreme vowel shortage in Cape Town this year. Strictly one per child so you've got to get creative with your names.
This is what my brother looked like age 16 when he was channeling Robert Smith. Only this ostrich has less eye liner.
Museum of Victorian Huguenot houses. I took this picture because this is how I would imagine Ian and Antonia's front room if I had only read her blog and never actually seen it. I am assuming the card table is where Nick was playing poker. Esme would be doing tapestry in her quarters.
If I look this good and this happy at 72 then I reckon I'll be a winner. They've both had near death experiences this year which scared the life out of me and makes this picture all the more special.
Right, that's probably enough for about another 3 months. Phew.
3 comments:
mmmmm.....beerbird. arent cans lined with some plastic stuff? wouldnt that contaminate your bird? i'm all for beer cuisine but that makes me kind of sketchy....
To be honest, if your wedging a beer can into the cavity of a chicken I think you're probably too manly to worry about that kind of thing already.
Ah... the beer can chicken... but in kit format. Classic stuff. Very South African.
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