The first time I heard about a vinegar mother was about 20 years ago in Paris. I was staying with my aunt, and for dinner she made one of those tiny salads of chicory, walnuts and red wine vinegar the French are famous for. I had been travelling for what felt like a million years; I was tired, dirty, starving and South African, and that salad was just not going to cut it for me. The minute I saw it I started planning to ‘go for a sightseeing walk’ straight after dinner – to the nearest café for some real food.
But it was one of the most delicious things I’ve ever tasted – crisp, salty, crunchy, slightly bitter and subtly sweet... totally satisfying. And there was something really amazing…
