Madiba's Munch-Inn - Poem by Margaret Kollmer
In 1977 the Springboks beat England, Italy and France in one tour and this provided the 'inspiration' to commemorate the event, using as many names of the team, venues and food as possible. Anything to do with the great game fell prey to the glorious pun or facetious word play:
Potage Parc de Triomphe (Paris)
Drawn and Quartered Spaghetti (Italy)
Clubbed Tweak-n-Ham Sandwiches (England)
Naka'd Haggis and veg.
Tshwete Pies and Raspberry Jou-jouberts
Lick 'em Dead Bailey's Cream
Take 15 hunks of well seasoned game. AmaBokke-Bokke will do just fine. Pound well with Mallet until Joost runs out.
Into large saucepan, pour one litre clear, running eau de Rossouw. Add a Small pinch, or Muir, depending on taste, of one Honiball or Els just a Teichman of Dalton's best. Using du Randt of the good old days, buy and add one e-Rasmus bouquet garni (obtainable in e-Goli) whilst from Desperate Dan's over the road, buy some giant Kobus potato Skins and one slice of Marco polony. Prepare Chesternuts for stuffing. Set these ingredients aside with strong, Swart peppered Meyernaise until required.
Add one gently roasted Swan plus 8Ken-tucky birds and make Garvey out of drippings. Carefully avoid eye contact with the full Monty, then Sny the freshly hooked Otto which touched down spot on the Mark on river near the centre of Mr Venter's trailer. Sarfu so good.
Now combine scrumptious ingredients into oval shape but if unsuccessful try, try, try again. Add Frongs' legs. Consistency must be runny. Sooner, rather than Luyter, think about Marie Antoinette who, whilst awaiting her spurn in an aristocratic lineout, was asked: Which would you prefer, Madame, a hot stake or a cold chop? 'Bring on de Beer, ' the lady laughed. Or was it cake?
Finally, divide this world class recipe into two halves and bake 45 mins. each side, taking care to avoid any carrion.
Very Naas, Darren!
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