“WHEN CHARLES AND DIANA GOT MARRIED, MY MOM AND GRAN WATCHED THE WEDDING ON TV – EATING FRIED HAKE ON BROWN BREAD, WASHED DOWN WITH CHAMPAGNE” In the annals of family lore, it will go down that Bill, my grandparents’ friend in 1970s Krugersdorp, died with a smile on his face.
Poor Bill. Married to Ada – not known for her cooking. That day, his eyes were incandescent at the arrival of my gran, Agnes, with a plate of freshly conjured poffertjes. Warm, carby goodness, loaded with butter, cheese, apricot jam and cream.
That night, Bill passed away. Happy and sated, we like to think.
Those poffertjes could cure all ills (or, given the above, perhaps cause them). At the slightest change in weather, a Highveld thunderstorm brewing, a West…
