It’s difficult to escape Swartland. Though not the prettiest of the Cape’s wine regions, the wines are so bloody good. I’m talking about those made with minimal intervention. City on a Hill The City on a Hill 2016 is one that knocked me off my perch. Bold, textured, savoury, spicy and with none too much acid, it’s also comparatively low alcohol at 12.5%. The viognier brings that dirty edginess of tropical fruits that balances out the acid of the chenin […]
The Kloof Street old vine chenin blanc from Mullineux Family Wines is terrific value costing about R90.
The attraction of the Sijnn saignee is as a chilled summer quaffer with a light pinot noir like weight.
Hogan’s Chenin Blanc is a wine with rich savoury and pear flavours. It is a stunning chenin blanc from Swartland in South Africa.
The Avondale Armilla blancs de blancs is a terrific value sparkling chardonnay from Paarl made using the Méthode Cap Classique technique. It’s a better alternative to higher priced mass market Champagnes.
Uncle Ho. Happy Endings. And the latest Misohawni, a new restaurant in Johannesburg with a gimmicky name and a mishmash of Asian cuisines including Ramen. The social media and, in particular Twitter, backlash against the trivialisation and sexualisation of Asian culture in restaurants is inevitable. As is Misohawni taking down its Facebook page within 24 hours of opening. Check out my Medium post on the sexualisation of Asian women in restaurants.
I’m here with two friends who once (or twice) a year fill their freezers with antelope and warthog. They are not trophy hunters and no antelope horns adorn their walls. They are nose-to-tail eaters who will also cure skins for the floor and use the intestines for sausage casings. The killing of animals for meat is an emotive issue. Most of us shop at Supermarkets and buy neat bright read packs of meat produced in industrial quantities presented on polystyrene […]
lemon polenta (or maize, mielie, mealie or grits) porridge is simple and nutritious and a brilliant way to start your day served with fresh berries, yoghurt and toasted nuts.
I was never an Australian in the first place despite citizenship and a passport. I moved to Australia from London in 1995. Why on earth would I do that on the cusp of Cool Britannia? Well, the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence. Including in South Africa, specifically Jozi as I like to call my new home. I’ve written a post on Medium about this. you can take a look here.