66 Square Feet: Boerewors!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Boerewors!

The sausage has landed!

My favourite butcher, Pedro, just called from Los Paisanos. I have good news for you, he said. Your sausage is ready.

The first batch of Brooklyn boerewors.

Guess what's for dinner...

7 comments:

Broni said...: mmmm.....I can taste it now! So Lekker. Enjoy skat :); October 15, 2010 4:16 PM
Ellen Zachos said...: If I weren't so far away I'd be right over!; October 15, 2010 5:37 PM
Pam said...: Enjoy!

I am sure you will let us know whether it passes muster or not. Are you fereezing a lot of it?; October 15, 2010 7:12 PM
flwrjane said...: Blogger is making it very difficult for me to ask; how was it???

little does your butcher know 100'a of people around the world are awaiting your response.

xo jane; October 15, 2010 9:45 PM
webb said...: I'd hop on the train to come taste it. Does he do mail order?; October 16, 2010 7:02 AM
Monica - 3@12 said...: Woo Hoo!; October 16, 2010 1:05 PM
Monica - 3@12 said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; October 16, 2010 1:06 PM

Manifesto

What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes