Food is so many things…
It’s a way of preserving history. And a way of playing with history.
Each week for the last few months I’ve been doing one of my South African vegan pop up dinners – a series called Chakalaka Tuesdays. The idea is to create a metaphor of “The Rainbow Nation” (South Africa’s nickname). Desegration on a dinner table. Diners are invited to curate their own cultural melting pot, a post-apartheid “new South Africa” on their plates, where they can have Indian, Cape Malay, black South African, sometimes Chinese, often European (incl Dutch, French, Portuguese, British and Eastern European influences) all at the same time. This is the spirit of South Africa. A multi-layered soul which can be experienced in many ways, including through the senses – taste, touch and smell (at my dinners). More on that here…
It is medicine. It is drugs…
Not just in the sense that it affects your physical health but in that it affects your mind. One of the main reasons I started making food for people is because it’s the fastest way to make a roomful of people happy at the same time. And seeing people happy makes me happy, NOT in the hippy-dippy way, but in the real scientific way. In the dopamine-rushing-through-my-veins-like-a gambler-at-a-casino kind of way. It’s addictive. It’s a rush. And I’m interested in these drugged up natural states including the one we call happiness, and specifically the science of happiness. I love how neural pathways are created, leading to habits in behaviour and thinking. It’s possible to trick the brain, rewire it and control it… through food. We trigger the release of feel good brain chemicals not just by eating vitamin and mineral rich foods but also by eating foods that are “memory rich” – foods we associate with good times. We can trick the brain and fool ourselves into feeling loved, safe and happy. When you’re homesick, go in search of comfort foods made by your favourite people – the longing eases. Going through a break up – bandage your broken heart with ice-cream, chocolate and all the shit you ate at birthday parties when you were five. Happiness is all chemical. Food is drugs. When someone prepares food, they’re able to control or affect happiness (in other words control your mind). Instead of calling them a chef or a cook, it’d be better to call them a witch, a sorcerer or maybe a neuroscientist…
On that note, here’s a salad that is dear to my heart. Hope it transports you to a happy place. It’s a little taste of Durban, where South Africa meets India.
Ingredients:
6 carrots, grated
half cucumber, chopped
one tomato, chopped
4 radish, chopped
handful coriander, finely chopped
onion, finely chopped (optional)
a few swigs of vinegar
half cup lemon juice
2 tblsps mustard seeds
2 tsps salt
Method
Combine all the ingredients in a bowl.
Toss the salad and taste. It should have a bite.
If lacking in bite (acid), add more salt, lemon or vinegar.
















