because we eat
Australians like their sausages. In most places, on election day, ballot papers come with a side of processed meat. A review of #democracysausages at contrasting polling stations for Roads and Kingdoms.
On the Greek island of Icaria, people live for more than a hundred years. South Africa’s Taste magazine sent me to find out why. A narrative spin around a wild isle, where centenarians still milk their own goats.
The media pack stalking Oscar Pistorius had to eat. A behind-the-scenes breakfast of boerewors-out-of-a-car on the Blade Runner’s neighbours’ lawn, for Roads and Kingdoms.
An elegy to boiled tubers, masala chai and old friends, in downtown Nairobi. A breakfast dispatch for Roads and Kingdoms.
I lived in a small Icelandic town that doesn’t see the sun for 72 days a year. In midwinter, comfort food takes on new meaning. One of my Sharptongue columns for Business Day, while an artist-writer in residency at Ólafsfjörður’s Listhus.