Trying new things in Sophiatown...

One day, Zinzile and I ventured to Sophiatown for a mid-day snack. From what I understand, I imagine that Sophiatown was similar to Harlem in its historical context to jazz music and culture among Blacks.

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A quick wikipedia glance states this: “Sophiatown was a legendary black cultural hub that was destroyed under apartheid… it was the epicentre of politics, jazz and blues during the 1940s and 1950s. It produced some of South Africa’s most famous writers, musicians, politicians and artists.” A google search could provide you with more information.

Gene asked me about the Museum Africa shown in the photos. He had looked it up on Google Map and told me it looked interesting. I did not visit that day. That will be a special destination for me and Gene on our next visit to South Africa.

📷While we were there, Zee introduced me to some South African cuisine… And she let me try a bit of something she ordered…

I always torture my third son Andreu when he is being picky about his food. I say: “You have to be open to trying different types of foods because when you travel to other countries one day, people may eat different types of food.” Go figure…

It was Zee’s birthday and she had been talking about this dish all day… She had such a taste for it… She told me about how kids sometimes take them to school for snacks… She tried to describe the taste to me… (I think) she said they kinda tasted like wood… I did not ask Zee how she knew what wood tasted like… And for the life of me, I cannot remember if it actually tasted like wood.

Well… Here is the menu… and the plate is pictured above… You get three guesses which dish I tasted and your first two guesses don’t count.

I’ll say this… I hear it’s a great source of protein. I tried it… Not bad… It didn’t kill me…

But um… chitterlings (or as we call them chittlins)… Yeah… still not really fond of those…