Facebook food nostalgia

BB: Green drink, tennis biscuits, biltong and Ouma’s rusks ………. mmm ……I’m in heaven.
FL: You’ve found the South Africa Shop in London?
NM: Sticky buns and coke
KP: Korn Kurls
NM: Anything with tartrazine
NM: Green drink in a vase
KW: Chicken Flings, Freddo and Caramello
NM: Freezits
FP: (Foreign Person) What’s green drink?
NM: No natural ingredients involved
KW: Was cream soda and ice cream called a Green Mamba?
KM: No, Green Mambas were the passports!!
NM: And some type of scary alcoholic drink.
BB: “They crawl up your beck and hut you on the beck of yoor hed.” (sic)
KW: Brown Cows more known as Coke Floats . . . Wimpy Stylie
NM: Wimpy, the only place on the planet where you can get waffles that taste like onion
KW: They did great waffles in Moccadors?
NM: Felt like New York City.
KW: Super cool place! Great Don Pedros in there . . .
AM: You guys I was in Mokador in January and one of the old waiters is still there!
NM: Archipelagos — carpets on the floor, walls and ceiling!!!!!!
KW: Where did we hang out in the car park? Mostly on the bonnets of cars because we weren’t quite old enough to get in?
NM: Rosalind’s I think. How rude of them to turn it into that terrible frock shop
KW: Place by the movies where we went for grappa? The owner was always very grumpy.
NM: Sandros?
NM: Neon red viennas
BB: Peel them with your teeth and you get left with a rather flaccid looking specimen — delicious! Going out. Leave my wall alone!
NM: Let’s see if we can get up to 100 comments before she gets back? Rude and shallow of her to start all this and then “pop out” for frivolities
KM: OK last one!! It was Guidos. Although Sandro was also grumpy.
KW: Guido’s man was REALLY grumpy wasn’t he?
AT: Barbours school uniforms and chicken mayo with extra mayo served in a little silver jug. I challenge anyone to find finer spring rolls than the Bamboo Inn.
KW: Washed down with a thick strawberry milkshake or a club soda when we grew up a bit.
KM: Manchurian …… stir fries
KW: Murelle’s favourite! The Italian Bakery! Pizza slices in the back of the pickup truck on Fridays after school. Before that Willards chips and a coke.
There is a diversion here into Lifebouy soap — smelt rank and stripped skin, red muti on grazes, pink-eye from jacarandas, the smell of rain, the sound of rain on a tin roof and that well-known fashion item black shorts . . .
NM: Salt and vinegar chips ….. could take the lining off the roof of your mouth.
NM: Anchovy toast and mealies
Another FP: This is hilarious but I’ve no idea of what you’re talking about. Never seen so many comments before …..
NM: The sun rises in the east — Whoohoo — many messages before you all wake up. I have a term for this ….. wall abduction.
NM: Pumpkin fitters and koeksisters at your Afriks friend’s house their mother was possibly in curlers and sensible shoes.
GJ: Can’t sleep. Let’s complete wall abduction before she wakes up.
GJ: Muriwo nedovi?
NM: Them foreigners will think we’ve been eating garden birds
NM: Scones at Meikles
NM: Dinner at the old Airport — different soups tasted the same just different colour. Do people from normal countries ever have an airport meal as a going out experience?
NM: Lunch at The Farmer’s Co-op …… Salad . . . so modern
NM: Roast porcupine when the townies came to visit. Like pork with really bad acne . . .
GJ: Nightjars calling, going back to bed before your Singapore sunrise gets here.
NM: We don’t eat them
GJ: What?
NM: Nightjars!
GJ: No!! We just have them as ring tones on our cellphones!
–g.jeke@yahoo.com

Apology

I would like to apologise to Victoria 22 for the gremlins that got into the system last week and showed a photograph of their premises instead of 40 Cork Road.