New Years Habits

I had an interesting summer season which included cafe, restaurant and lounge hopping everyday after work.

I experienced the most fresh and exciting ways of eating various foods whilst also taking interest in the various furniture and structures of various eateries such as the reconstruction of a bus and making it into a stationary restaurant.

My taste buds have also gotten accustomed to various nuts *besides some people I know,  I am referring to the food group* and soft shredded biltongl

Detoxing is now as challenging as me quitting mints and super C's..ya neh...I will need to reconstruct my figure and eating habits and I hope to come back here with my healthy eating plan, but for now exotic spaces still feature as a big part of me.

 Till next update, I will continue making lemonade for all the sour people and lemons that life may throw my way, I choose to stay schweet.

Danke Shun! The Road to MTV EMA awards Frankfurt Germany!

The place that exists in my mind, call it THE DREAM is a place where I travel on the regular. Not only through the radio show that I host called: Art Attack which covers Arts, Culture & lifestyle and another show (double for my trouble) called Tea Time to Lunch Time but I would like to travel the four corners of the world: North, South, East & West in every quarter of the year!

Allow me to dream, it costs me not a CENT to get SENT !

Whilst travelling I enjoy watching different cultural non-verbal language and yes listening to the musical sounds and watching the lip movement of a new language is a joy to me. How we as people can still communicate and make friends beyond all speaking in Tongues!

The last time I went to Germany was three years ago and the stay lasted for six weeks.  Nothing compares to flying to another continent, via another one "Just for a weekend."

So this African girl had fun flying via Asia (Dubai) and final destination was Europe (Germany) *pouts*

Airport food, rephrase: Emirates Airline Food is quite a treat. I know, I have flown SAA and other airlines whose names I cant promote. Big Ups to the Royalty kinda treatement we were given on Emirates and oooh so much foot room space. The airline is rocka's...yes the flights tend to take you all around the globe and back and you loose track of day & time but its alright, my selection of film, music, drinks and snacks was ON POINT!.

Frankfurt Sheraton Hotel (5 star, thank you very much!) had quite a simple and elegantly set up BUFFET station for the breakfasts. But I have learnt that all hotel buffet stations are rather similar with different brands, what I do enjoy is the various flavouring in their cooked meals especially with things like meat balls, fish & chutney.

The trip was just for a weekend and so I HAD to have a Sunday lunch. It was accompanied by the FRANKFURT choice of Drink called Apple Wine. It looked like apple juice but smelt like sorghum beer and tasted like our local Mqombothi (traditional beer). While theirs was made with apples our is made with yeast.  The Bitter taste in the day to day German meals is very potent. A rather acquired tasted!

My lunch was turkey, beetroot and dumplings (a mix of potatoes and mealie-meal)

A simple lunch meal was crushed potato (under the fish) and onions.  I did not have enough gum in my bag to rid the potent onion smell and I was NOT going to walk around in Frankfurt with onion breath. No thank you.  And I dont know about you but when in a foreign land and speaking different languages, one tends tends to speak slower and moves closer to the next person so keeping your breath fresh is a MUST :-)

Digging in on Long Street

Dining and enjoying local cuisine is a bit tricky when you are in your own country. It is just that Cape Town, does not feel like South Africa so trying to eat local meant choosing between fast food or "African Cuisine" or Eastern Cuisine. Eastern in this instance meant sushi, noodles and a prawn curry for me. My friend is the healthy type, always feeling safe with tons of vegetables.  Her meal was more scrumptious and well presented than mine, I must say.

 Thank you to Germaine, for giving me the confidence to finally hold the chopsticks in my funny way and dig in whilst my grip let go of the sushi every now and then.  Its the confidence to use them in public that always got the better of me. And that's the joy of going out with friends as opposed to a formal date, were all things are supposed to be purr-fact!

 My prawn and potato curry turned out to be 5 shrimps and tons of potatoes. Yes I did complain and if it was not for their yummy half price sushi, I would have thrown a "is it because I'm brown" fight with them. Kidding. I only colour block my shoes this season and never my skin tone.

 This scrumptious, oddly called "The Angry Duck" was more mmmmh yummy than grrrrrr. Infact my "prawn curry was more grrrrr" lol.

And I packed my sushi tools in order. A successful non messy sushi-night out!

Long Street, Cape Town, never disappoints and like I wrote on http://www.mankwalidestinations.wordpress.com/ I could easily own that street. Offered to be Madam President anywhere in the world, I would simply choose Long Street, thank you :-)

White coffee with two sugars please

The literati police will condemn me to a life of non-association with real readers and writers.

My crime? Taking the time to be fully absorbed, with the excitement of a fat kid seeing cake as I read: a mills and boon word for word.

I have never read a mills and boon until this past week when I was stuck in a beautiful cabin, with time on my hands tasty coffee and a growling dog on my laptop. My options were very limited.

Like sweet valley dreams, a collection of chic lit for teens, I found my choice of Mills and Boon pretty much predictable but nice to read. It felt like watching a soap opera and all the characters were fully explained: flaws and all and all I needed to do is choose to support one. Obvious choice is the victim who really is the villain. See? I was into the Storm, the title of my first mills and boon book.

So why is that all literature fundi's frown upon such a page turner? Not everyone wants to be challenged or needs to argue a point, change the world, philosophies or to question the character and their motives. Why cant reading be simple and straight forward, soppy, cheesy but nice?

The only reason I would not repeat a chic lit, if I can help it, is because it has this tendency of even affecting my diet. I know full well that carbo loading on fries and a cheese sandwich is not the Doctors advice for me, but it felt good, at the time. Now to work the calories and all that food-sin out of my system is the challenge.

Shisa Nyama #fireanddesire

Nyama is Nyama and seems to have the same kind of route word in most African languages and is one of those meals enjoyable anytime of the day, unless of course you are a vegetarian. I love vegetables and plants to much to eat them. okay, that's a cheesy line but I have tried being a vegetarian, for all the health reasons of course but I have always ended up the only person at the dinner table who is different. Its not as if my style of dress does not already do that for me, so I needed to tone down and at least blend in with all the carnivores at dinner.

Is that a fish? The labour of getting the fish ready, is just that: labour and perhaps a special skill that yours truly does not have the patience for and fishing via a boat is all so fun but I seem to want to feed the fish with last nights dinner more than fish and therefore its more appropriate for me to bake in the sun and look into the never ending horizons.

Saving the Worms for another day.

 Dinner time has always been special to me. Its a time to reconvene with the family. A time of silence and conversation. A weird contradiction. Silence as you deal with the food in front of you and conversation whilst you wait for your plate to arrive and conversation once you have dealt with your plate.

Dinner times also sometimes includes simple meals such as peanuts and popcorn. Yep...*day-dreams-about-her-dinners-on-mountains*

I cherish my meal times and I have learnt to be disciplined with them to include an actual scheduled time.  I won't bore you with my timetable lest you find my clinical. My daughter whom we lovingly call Didi, is worse than a Dr's prescription coz three times a day, on a repeat mode, she will remind us of our meal times. She knows the times off by heart and ever since she learnt to read the time. I should never have taught her the time so young :-) She adds to our meal time schedule by shouting out, far too religiously for my liking "15minutes before breakfast/lunch/tea-time/dinner". Yep, who needs boarding school memories erased when I can just live by the torture of boarding school memories and allow my own daughter to have habits like Mrs Brown, my boarding school mistress *shaking my head*.

In all my various dinning experiences from the top of Mt Kilimanjaro, to fire cooked meals, to dinning with friends and 5 star hotel eating, there is just one delicasy, that I cant bring myself to it and that is worms.

I cant even watch my Zimbabwean friends peal them and de-skin them, whilst they are alive its all so YUCK! Says me, who used to cruelly remove the wings off flying ants at boarding school and eat them while they wiggled on my tongue. They pretty much tasted like peanut butter. We'd wash down the taste with some hot chocolate and milo and then it would be lights out!

Its just that with worms, I have this thing that they will wiggle into my mind and then there goes my best treasure. Me loves my brain, my had and hair...Lets put it this way: when it comes to my body: I all all the above!..Blame my idea of worms being dangerous on those chain letters that I hate with all my cyber heart! I once recieved an email with pictures of worms in a brain. That must have been a good 5years ago but the picture together with the sender are stuck in my brain. They are both (picture and sender) supposed to be in my blocked items file, but call it a dysfunction on my part.

Being an adventurous woman of note, I am not sure if I am doing justice to my Adventure title by wanting to excel in my talent of eating in chopsticks when I cant even it beautiful, colourful worms. mmmh. This might just be the push to turn me into a vegetarian.

I will try and find another adventure. Lets skip the worms.



Mankwali

Who are you? Is one of those blunt questions I dislike answering and I have found that a lot of people battle in answering them as much as dislike them. It has some sort of discomfort. Its meant to be obvious. And I have found that through the ever changing times, I am not only a sister of the soil but I am my mother and fathers child even in their absence.

Mankwali is my tribal name, a cupbearer for the King. So my praise names go something like: "Vutela, Mkhwanazi, Nkwali Yenkosi, Shamase, Ndonga, Bhukula, abanye bayazithwala abanye bayazibeletha"... I add on things like "isizukulwana seBhele" which means I am the grand child of MaMbhele, my grandmother...I have also added on my praises and included my maternal grandmother, who had her own special talents and stregths. A notable pig farmer, no doubt that I was taught to love pork from a young age.

I have grown in love with my roots, for my soul is inbedded in them and as I grow, I remember the modest and simple things that my mother and father taught me. Be kind to others, always say "Thank you" and  "sorry" without having to pull your lip.  Always greet and address a peson by their name.  My mother used to remind all  five of her children always say "Goodmonring Mom"  "Good-evening Mr Cedric.", "Good-day Mrs Jones" and always answer the phone with "Zookey speaking, how can I help you." Needless to say our home sounded like some formal firm, and there was an automatic recording of every phonecall. Yep my father on the other line eeves dropping!

Its the strict upbringing, that makes my life fee like a big fat party, now. A party of wanting to always share joy, peace, love, hospitality, good food, conversation and beauty. A party that says you have earned the right to host guests. You know how to pick up a paper, on the floor, even if you have not dropped it. My father was nerve-twitching and frustrating when he'd go on about, being responsible. His definition of being responsible had a lot to do with cleaning up and tyding up and picking up litter and putting things where they belonged.

http://www.mankwali.com/

Another man who taught me much in my life was my uncle whom I call Pabho.  He taught me my  love for beatiful feet. I love clean happy feet not because of anything special but because when I grew up in noble Swaziland, my uncle had gout and after writing my weekly essays, a lesson for me to learn to communicate better, he would make me massage his feet. A chore I took as punishment. Later in my adult life, I have found that the very chores I was taught and loathed, such as cooking, massaging tired and gout-ridden feet and stressed shoulders has become my hobby of sorts.

I love hosting and treating my guests as ROYALTY. My friends complain when I visit them, because I tend to forget that I am the guest and end up washing the dishes, fixing things like skew frames on walls and curtains that I think are flopping. Then when that is over, I sit in the lounge, not watching TV like everyone else but fixing toes, feet and giving tired looking faces a face massage.  

Just reminicing about my parents I guess and celebrating me. Welcome to my blog about the food I like to make and share, maybe one day we can share a bite. Maybe you can try out  my killer vegetable burger and potato wedges soon. Definately a treat and should not be a daily dose, otherwise your hips wont allow you to get through the door!...I write about my travels on http://www.mankwalidestination.wordpress.com/ and my facebook page is www.facebook/ZarlingZookey.com lets stay in touch!