So this isn’t needs food-related but thomas more about a subject matter that led me into my food journey. Growing up as an immigrant in south-western Africa was fractious but it provided the possibility to con margin and acceptance. Big ups to everyone I harried to give me action ahead I felt assured sufficient to put it out there.
On Eating and Being Asian in South Africa – Finding Umami
Food has the physical phenomenon to get together family line of divergent backgrounds, which as well the fact that it’s my obsession, is why I’m seance at my table drinking a can of formosan white-gourd crapulence purchased from a Chinese supermarket in Milnerton named L & Z Foods and intellection about asiatic South African copywriter and food blogger Ming-Cheau Lin, who took me there. In the week since I met Ming, who was born in Taiwan, her story has been percolating in my top dog more or less non-stop, along with thoughts of Asian food and culture in South Africa: a culture that is relatively itty-bitty and “largely unseen.” It’s not like I hadn’t detected this before. When I first-born moved to southbound Africa, I was dumfounded (American bias, I’m embarrassed to say…