We’ve had the wettest summer since I arrived in Livingstone four years ago. More rain fell in January than the whole of the green season last year.
Indigenous food and wild edibles, on the whole, are packed with goodness. It’s one of the many benefits of eating locally, and one that encourages me to keep on experimenting in the kitchen.
A new year is a time of promise and hope.
Hanni Aston, Chris’s late mother, was, by all accounts, a renowned cook. Elderly friends of mine, who also once knew Hanni well, have all told me as much.
Once again I was commissioned by The Cook’s Cook magazine in the United States to write a feature article, this time on The Elephant Café.
Rachel was an orphan. Her last name is Tembo, which in Swahili means “elephant.
