Q: If you could eat only one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
A: I would go mad. If there is anything I can't do it's eat the same thing over and over. Whatever I love would become unloveable if it was the only thing. This is a question I am incapable of answering.
Q: What's your guilty pleasure/comfort food?
A: In the predominant absence of cake, biscuits. Chocolate teddy bear biscuits with coffee sucked through them, Dark chocolate royals. Sponge fingers—the large ones. Even ginger snaps. I love biscuits. A lot. Damn you biscuits.
Q: What's the wildest/craziest thing you've ever eaten?
A: In a tuk-tuk in Siem Reap I asked the driver whether he ever ate the crickets they sell in piles on the side of the road. No, he said. Phew! Then he continued: I only eat them when my wife makes them. She apparently cleans them better before deep frying them. I always have this image is crickets being washed in a colander under a stream of water from a kitchen tap, like it is the most normal thing in the world. I didn't eat them in Cambodia, but I did sample some in Mexico. Crunchy, chilli flavoured little things. But visions of tiny legs stopped me from eating too many.
Q: What foods do you avoid at all costs?
A: I can understand if you had an allergy. To nuts or shellfish maybe. But otherwise this question doesn't make sense. There are foods to be avoided? At all costs? I suppose I am not a fan of eggplant, or osso buco, or most offals. I can also only do that all-yellow feast better known as fish and chips one or two times a year.
Q: What meal reminds you of your childhood?
A: BBQ, or, how we used to call it in South Africa, braai. We had boerevors, these amazing curried shish-kebabs, twice-cooked baked potatoes, cold corn and beetroot and baked beans and salad. Yum. Yum, yum, yum. Maybe I could live on that forever. But would my dad be willing to cook it forever?
Q: Share one of your favourite recipes and the story behind it.
A: What, me cook? I don't cook or have recipes. I throw items at pots and hope for the best. I used to do this thing that was close to cooking where I would make mashed potatoes with cheese in them, then I would cover a chicken breast with cajun spice and lemon juice and put it in the oven. After a time, judged by hunch not actual minutes, I would spoon the mash on top and return it to the oven for another indeterminable hunch amount of time. I would boil some broccoli. Then, at some point I would put it on a plate, There would be some cajun-y, lemon-y juice in the chicken pan and I would pour that on top. That was a special dinner for me at a time when I ate really badly and a more typical dinner was Maggi pasta and canned sausages. Now I eat better but I don't have an easy-to-use oven so this would be a very special occasion meal now. I may not even be able to hunch it anymore.
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