Culinary Delights

At first I dismissed the Bryanston Organic Market for being too all-sorts-of-things for me. I looked down my anthropological-exotica nose and thought: too middle class, too orderly, too controlled, too…boring. But that was before I was converted to eating dosa and uttapam every Saturday lunchtime – possibly my favourite Indian food - cooked by a guy from Bangalore who works for an ayurvedic medicine company during the week, and is a chef on Saturdays. So nowadays I show up at the market almost religiously.

Last weekend the dosa chef invited me to the India Day celebrations in Randburg, patronized almost entirely by the Indian expatriate community. Apparently there's a big divide between the Indian expats and the South African Indians. The crowd was substantial, even late in the day, and there was much singing, dancing and freshly cooked cuisine. The white faces in the crowed were few, though needless to say I met more random internationals, this time an Italian and a Korean who both work for the UN. Social life continues to be varied and interesting, and good food seems to be at the heart of it. I recently attended my first vegan-rawfood dinner party in Oaklands, catered by an American (who also pursues her culinary passions part-time) whom I met at a talk by Nobel Laureate Wole Soyinka. The food was outstanding and you would never have guessed it was all raw.

I’ve been back to Narina Trogon restaurant in downtown Braamfontein for a birthday-cum-salsa party, for which I caught a lift with a Japanese man and a Guyanan woman who live round the corner from me. Who would have guessed Wisteria Lane housed such diversity? I’ve also been downtown to Arts on Main a number of times now, where the canteen offers a tasty well-priced brunch in close proximity to William Kentridge originals. More importantly I’ve discovered that the nearby Malva Café has the best brownies in Jo’burg, followed closely by those at Moema’s in Parktown North. Perfect for break-up blues.

Nor should I forget the dinners that I’ve been treated to by Piers of Daisy Street, who is a straight-talking general rockstar with the ability to throw together a wonderful meal at short notice. He’s a particular fan of organic ostrich, and has persuaded me to step out from underneath my mostly-vegetarian umbrella on one or two occasions. In fact he even managed to entice me to eat slow-baked lamb at a dinner party hosted in old-money Dunkeld with a lawyer-artist couple in a spectacular dining room decked out in black-and-white tiles, stripes and mirrors. Twas delicious.

One last culinary mention: I went walking and basking by waterfalls in the Mountain Sanctuary Park in Magaliesburg, for which Mel provided trail mix. Mel is Canadian, so obviously she was responsible for the trail mix, but this mix had a magic ingredient which southern African trail-mixers have thus far overlooked: M&Ms. Those who’ve known me a while know that nothing featuring M&Ms will be overlooked by this particular foodie.