OFF THE MENU Years ago, when I was a young, inexperienced journalist in the Big City (Cape Town, that is), I fell hard for a food magazine.
This came as a surprise since I did not come from a “foodie” household, but rather a somewhat conservative Afrikaans kitchen. Gourmet, or inventive, cooking was not part of our lexicon. My mom (bless her) was a tennis coach. We ate well but she didn't relish being in the kitchen. My dad loved to braai, but back then he preferred his meat very “well done” (bless him, too).
It was only after graduating that I started learning about interesting food. And then came that magazine cover. It was immensely compelling: a simple plate of plum-hued ripe figs and, inside, a recipe for a…
