– Opinion –
It’s day six of the hostage situation and the inmates are starting to get a little tetchy about menu choices, but I guess they are suffering from a bit of FNTW (Friday Night Takeaway Withdrawals).
I have always tried not to be an ‘If-it’s-Monday-it-must-be-Macaroni’ kind of mother so I like to try a wee bit of variety.
Some of my friends know that I quite like taking a recipe book or two to bed for ‘light bedtime reading’, especially when it’s my turn to host Book Club or Stokvel, then I test these recipes out on the unsuspecting women. Most of the recipes appear to be quite well received but that could also have a lot to do with the simultaneous intake of large quantities of crushed grapes!
However, new recipes are often not well received by the offspring of my loins, and SP (Son Person) tends to prowl around the plate like a lion stalking its prey, treating it with more suspicion than a mother sniffing a toddler’s nappy! DP (Daughter Person) is a lot more adventurous, except if (God forbid) you serve something with mushrooms. Why anyone would eat mushrooms willingly is beyond her frame of reference!
So each morning I survey the contents of the very full freezer and, while the mince screams at me to ‘let’s make Bobotie’, the chicken pushes it out of the way, sighs deeply and says ‘you know they hate Bobotie so let’s be sensible and go with chicken pasta tonight’.
So when all this is over I plan to have one big Bobotie evening! All Bobotie lovers most welcome, but please just bring your own wine as I fear my collection might be somewhat depleted by then!
