Regret is a funny thing, most people seem to be afraid of it and live by the "YOLO" motto in fear of missing out on something that could possibly be life changing, but most likely not.
Regret the things you didn’t do as opposed to the things you didn’t? - now there I do not completely agree, not only taking myself into consideration, but also thinking of really idiotic things that other people have done - off the top off my head - drinking 3 bottles of wine and adding some shooters, on a Thursday night (having an important meeting/interview the Friday morning) just in case you never get the chance to drink wine again; getting tattoo’s in foreign symbols, later to find out you are now inked with the word “dog food”, getting tattoos of someone’s name; recording a video of oneself doing a cover of an Alanis, Cher or a Taylor Swift song, and posting this on Youtube - no wait, you recording yourself doing anything, with your smartphone's front camera, and posting this on Youtube. I bet there is an army of people regretting these kinds of things.
What I regret is not blogging and noting down my food findings across the plates of Joburg, Pretoria, Cape Town and abroad.
It's been too long, but I have devoted myself again to name and shame, as well as give praise to all culinary delights I might stumble upon.Luckily I do have the memory of an elephant, and yes, I do take pictures of pretty much all food I consume, as well as what the rest of the table is having - this I do not regret.
Before I dive into my next review, I think perhaps the time is now to reveal a little more about myself and why I think I am able to pass my judgement on food and their establishments.
I grew up in a family of 6 - 3 of us loving everything foodie and different to a plate with steak and chips. There are more cookbooks in our house than literary books - well very close, and I have paged through all of them, more than once, tried the recipes, adjusting where I see fit, to give a dish a little more hutzpah. BBC Food, Food Network, Masterchef (Australia - not the other rubbish versions) - bless the souls and makers of these programmes, I watch them religiously. Respect and awe for all the hard work, skill, and hours of preparation that go into every beautifully prepared and extraordinary plated dish that I have ever seen and devoured. It is true, we really do eat with our eyes as well.
When ever we travel, or when at home, we always have a look in the EatOut magazine, Tripadvisor etc to book place at one (or all if possible) of the top 10 restaurants. Lucky me! I have more than one friend who qualified as a Cordon Bleu Chef, and sometimes shocking, mostly rather impressed, I know more about food that they do. Sometimes the reviews in the magazines are bought and bribed, sometimes they are relatively accurate, but mostly Tripadvisor is the one I trust- as it is ordinary foodies, with ordinary camera's, no special lighting, smoke and mirrors, their own opinion, what they get is what you see.
As a lover of food and animals alike, I have become a vegetarian and been one for almost 3 years - however luckily the other 2 foodies in my family are both carnivores and I value and trust their opinions, as if it were my own.
And now my findings on culinary delights and horrors can continue.
Untill we eat again...
" One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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