SOUTH AFRICAN CULINARY HERITAGE
The book South African Culinary Heritage by Eunice Rakhale, is about local food history and traditions interlaced with family conversations. It illustrates the culinary diversity of Southern African cuisine and some neighbouring countries, comparing the similarities and unique palatable heritages thereof. Written in a conversational style, the book is a handy culinary compilation which will bestow the reader with explorations regarding local African lifestyles history, art, clothing, music and perhaps even some song and dance. For tourists visiting these African countries – possessing a diversity of ethnic cultures, it is a worthy read regarding heritage and of-course African cuisine. A guide which should be included in any tourist’s travel pack and families. It is about a genuine story told with an extraordinary ability that draws parallel between the author’s struggle in the restaurant industry and in her personal life. Ultimately, her passion for food is where she finds solace to learn, heal and grow. Mother Daughter relationships can be extremely complex and Eunice is no exception. In the book, besides a plethora of authentic recipes and history, she shares candidly about her strained relationship with her daughter Mothei Makhetha. Being estranged for seven years, Mothei writes her mother a letter, in a desperate cry for help, which she hopes will begin the healing process. After receiving the letter, circumstances of her life took Eunice back home to her mother in Moletsane, Soweto. This happens while she is researching her culinary book authenticating the recipes through the help of her mother. This handing down of recipes from her mother gets them connected on a very deep level, thus, creating compassion and trust they never had. In desperation Eunice seeks counselling from her own mother to try and mend the relationship with her daughter. Their journey is one of true and sincere conversations handed down from one generation to another, around family meals and prayerful family meetings.
The book South African Culinary Heritage by Eunice Rakhale, is about local food history and traditions interlaced with family conversations. It illustrates the culinary diversity of Southern African cuisine and some neighbouring countries, comparing the similarities and unique palatable heritages thereof. Written in a conversational style, the book is a handy culinary compilation which will bestow the reader with explorations regarding local African lifestyles history, art, clothing, music and perhaps even some song and dance. For tourists visiting these African countries – possessing a diversity of ethnic cultures, it is a worthy read regarding heritage and of-course African cuisine. A guide which should be included in any tourist’s travel pack and families.
It is about a genuine story told with an extraordinary ability that draws parallel between the author’s struggle in the restaurant industry and in her personal life. Ultimately, her passion for food is where she finds solace to learn, heal and grow.
Mother Daughter relationships can be extremely complex and Eunice is no exception. In the book, besides a plethora of authentic recipes and history, she shares candidly about her strained relationship with her daughter Mothei Makhetha. Being estranged for seven years, Mothei writes her mother a letter, in a desperate cry for help, which she hopes will begin the healing process. After receiving the letter, circumstances of her life took Eunice back home to her mother in Moletsane, Soweto. This happens while she is researching her culinary book authenticating the recipes through the help of her mother. This handing down of recipes from her mother gets them connected on a very deep level, thus, creating compassion and trust they never had. In desperation Eunice seeks counselling from her own mother to try and mend the relationship with her daughter.
Their journey is one of true and sincere conversations handed down from one generation to another, around family meals and prayerful family meetings.
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South African Culinary Heritage
commenced, he had called me to the side; and I was thinking
to myself that he had wished to discuss the programme; and
he had said, “Eunice, I want you to understand me clearly;
I think the wedding must go ahead, but I am recommending
strongly that you go for marital counselling after the wedding;
otherwise, you are not going to be able to pull this off.
Please understand; I am not saying(that) you must not get
married; it is too late now. All that I am requesting is for you
to go for counselling.”
I cannot recall my exact answer, but I have an idea of the
gist of it; it was something to the effect that, “I am old
enough and, therefore, also mature enough to know what I
am doing,” and, I also threw in the word “smart” in, there.
Once again, I had dismissed the counsel and never went for
counselling.
The teacher, Mr Maphosa, was not only my English teacher
at Musi High School in Pimville, Soweto; but he was also
my neighbour. His love for literature is the reason I am a
writer and publisher. He turned a boring book like Shane,
which was our set work, into a beautiful piece of work.
Unlike other subject teachers, he never carried a bag to class,
just one book per class, per subject. Immaculately dressed
at all times, Mr Maphosa was also a good family man, with
strong Christian values and a Minister of the word of God,
who specialised in youth motivation and consolidating
marriages. In essence, what my former school teacher was
saying was that I must involve God in the marriage, so that
it can be founded on His principles. He had recognisd the
loopholes, but had also understood that God could fix
them, if we consult Him from the beginning of our error. I
did not go for counselling, nor did I pray for our marriage.
As has been mentioned, already, I knew nothing about
prayer, nor about involving God in my daily life, or even
reading the Scriptures. This was all foreign in our family.
My parents attended a church organisation where Bible
reading or praying together as a family had just not been a
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