One of my most long standing hobbies is the careful dipping of things into tea. There are a lot of things worth dipping, but if you are to dip only one thing in your life I would recommend the South African rusk .
Cape Town really is magnificent at this time of year, the mountain just about sparkles in the soft-lit blue skies- imploring you to put on some sensible shoes and come outside to “seize the day” : to be honest it’s all really a bit of a bother . Some of us would far prefer to be inside watching back-to-back episodes of Project Runway with a bit of Star Trek mixed in (for balance) than dirtying our hems outdoors. But when Cape Town is behaving in this way it’s difficult not to feel guilty about keeping the curtains drawn- even if you are having a perfectly lovely time in the dark.
What a horror it is to discover that something in your fridge or fruit bowl has, due to your own neglect, been left to spoil. More often than I like, I see my fellow grocery shoppers recklessly buying more fresh produce than they could hope to contend with in the short time they have before it will go bad. It’s a maddening scene. Someone needs to stop these people. I would make it my business to do so, if I didn’t have to hurry home to set about consuming my own purchases in a fervent race against time. To fail in this is to be met with all kinds of unpleasant disruptions: confusing colours, noxious smells and mushy sensations are just a backdrop to the shame and guilt.