Braaing with Foreigners

Dear Dreb

I hope you are well and that your wardrobe remains infused with the delicate fragrance of braai smoke. I would like to report on a series of braais I held recently that all involved an American and a South African/Australian who has spent much of his life in the USA. Now don’t get me wrong here. I have searched my soul for xenophobia and have decided that it is correct for all South Africans to show kindness and empathy to foreign people.

The problem I face is that these particular foreigners are fantastic people and my daughter really likes their daughter. This makes it very difficult for an experienced South African braaimeester to utter barely concealed jibes to the effect of “Australians cannot braai and their barbecuing skills are worse than English pommies” or “I find it strange that all American barbecues seem to involve huge vats of deep-fried fat”. I invited these people with some trepidation and bought caseloads of alcohol in case anything turned nasty.

The first braai they attended involved the usual waterblommetjie bredie and a rump steak. I started chatting to the SA/Aus lad and he distracted me to the point that I forgot to add baby potatoes with the waterblommetjies. I simply pretended that I had decided to spurn the potatoes on purpose but was not sure he believed me. I also forgot to check my liquid levels but managed to be more convincing this time around. I simply poured in some sauvignon blanc as if it were water and managed not to drink the remains of the wine straight from the bottle.

It was at this point that the braai started to become unstuck or in fact very stuck. The Cape rains had increased in intensity and I expertly manipulated a rump steak onto my indoor fire. This fire was very hot on account of the use of Namibian hardwood and the steak immediately erupted into flame. I attempted to ignore this, but by now the stench of charred cow swirled around the lounge. I then turned the steak and attended to my steamed Basmati rice. You can imagine my shock when said Aussie chirps quietly “I think your steak might be burning”. I sprinted to the lounge but it was too late. The steak was not only charred. It continued smoking and I had to use my tongs to bash off flaming pieces of carbon. I sliced it and left muttering an apology that I hoped nobody heard.

The next weekend I invited them again with the sole impression of re-asserting my braaimeester status. I cleverly invited a long time friend and her children so that the foreign family would not unduly distract me. This time I had marinated a leg of lamb in sherry, garlic, rosemary and a hint of coffee. I also bought another caseload of alcohol for emergency purposes. I fired up the Weber (forgetting that it is an outside oven) and served everyone with drinks. I then carefully laid my leg of lamb in the middle of the divided fire. At the time I was vaguely aware that my right hand and arm hair were burnt and smelt awful but brushed it off as part of my macho exterior. The foreign couple then suggested a walk on the beach and I felt it was my duty to point out that South African nature in combination with a South African braai is an ultimate art form. We returned from the beach with soaking children and I realised that my lamb was already overcooked. Once again I had been terribly distracted. I yanked the lid off the Weber and my leg of lamb had twisted itself over the coals. The heat of the Weber could have cooked another 3 legs of lamb and would probably have also burnt them. Once again there was the un-mistakable stench of charred sheep. I removed it to ‘rest’ and quickly dispatched a bottle of red wine down my throat. I then reprimanded my braai helper and told her that her roast potatoes were under-cooked even though they looked fine to me, which made me feel a little better.

I got the SA/Aus/USA lad to carve the meat hoping that he may take some blame for serving charred lamb, but instead everyone praised his carving skills. My braai then got totally out of hand. One of the child guests was very sick but felt a lot better after depositing the content of her lunch over my lounge couch. The American leapt up, despite my warning not to leave the table under any circumstances, and raced off to help. She ended up washing my entire lounge covers and cleaning everything. I waited until all was done and then offered help. I decided to pour a full glass of whiskey to assist with the residual stench but was relieved that this recent event had made everyone forget the charred lamb. 

We then watched the Argentina South Africa rugby match. Watching rugby with foreign people is very strange and particularly awkward when people of Australian heritage are in the same room. They were astounded at my roars of ‘Bokke’ even when it seemed we were about to lose and my wife had to tell me in no uncertain terms to keep quiet and be decorous. 

I have since spent the rest of the weekend pondering my braaing disasters and have come up with the following conclusions:

• Even if foreign people are the best people in the world, they are still very dangerous and can help you ruin your braai. 
• All braais for foreign people should be cooked beforehand and kept in the warming drawer. 
• Alcohol and children do not mix and it is strongly advisable to drink copious glasses of water in-between drinks. 
• Foreign people are fantastic at dealing with child disasters and should be invited to any event where children are present. 

I would deeply appreciate your insights on these matters and I suggest we keep this correspondence to South Africans only.

Yours in BIP


Shayfish

Deep South Region

What is a South African braai?

Dear Drebster

It has been a while since we last communicated on the Braai Improvement Process (BIP). I have recently had some space to ponder and wonder if BIP can be truly classified as a South African based international organisation. As you may have noticed our BIP blog is now receiving communication from foreigners commenting on the South African braai experience. What made me sit up was that this communication was well informed and beautifully written.

I have therefore decided to take a brutal look at BIP and reflect on whether we are in fact the leading authority on South African braais. In this past week, I only managed to braai on four of the days. I was tempted to blame the weather for this, but foreign guests reading this may accuse of me being a wimp. Having then consciously chosen to braai on 4 weekdays, my research question stands – What is a South African braai?

On Day 1, I chose to braai steak, boerewors (spiced sausage) and a spatchcock (splayed) chicken. I baked potatoes and butternut as a side dish for the meat. Of these ingredients, butternut and boerewors could be described as South African foods, but even these are well known internationally. I cooked the chicken in my Weber using firelighters (paraffin) and briquettes, which any European or American could have done. I also used firelighters and Namibian hardwood (Kameldoring) for the steak and boerewors. I should have used my local Cape Times newspaper to start the fire.

On Day 2, I braaied pork ribs and baked a try of roast vegetables. At this stage, I had run out of firelighters and ended up chopping wood with a hand axe and using newspaper. I was very impressed with this and felt decidedly macho. Unfortunately no-one at home was witness to this affirmation of my masculinity. Pork ribs cannot be described as South African.

On Day 3, I decided to cook a waterblommetjie (water lilies) bredie in my potjie (three legged iron pot). As usual I used firelighters and briquettes. For the meat, I used Namibian mutton and cooked this with rosemary, garlic, onions, chicken stock and white wine. The white wine was South African. After 2 hours, I added the South African waterblommetjies, lemon rind and lemon juice. I then made Basmati rice. Basmati rice is genetically modified and non-South African. I chose to ignore the faint grittiness of the waterblommetjies and braved my family’s derisive comments that I had not soaked the blommetjies in salt water for long enough.

On Day 4, I marinated a 2.5 kg leg of lamb with rosemary, garlic, South African Old Brown sherry and a pinch of Starbucks coffee. The coffee eradicates any metallic taste of the sherry. I then used a divided fire in my Weber to roast this for 2 hours. I then opened two tubs of humus, made tzatziki, and guacamole (mashed avocados). I served this with heated pita breads. At least the sherry was South African.

It causes me great sadness to admit that not one of these braais could be described as South African, with the possible exception of the waterblommetjie bredie. As a founder member of BIP and a South African braaimeester, I have had to think very carefully about my response to this crisis.

I would now like to propose the following definition of the South African braai, which I feel should be part of the BIP Constitution.

Any braai that uses one locally produced South African ingredient can be called a South African braai. The term ‘ingredient’ also applies to the entire braai (braai structure, wood, food, braai drinks, etc.).

BIP recognises that all of humanity originates from Africa and as a part of Africa we can therefore claim the right to braai any food subsequently developed by any person or nation and call it South African.

We acknowledge that we are a cross-cultural country and BIP recognises that South Africa is the ultimate braai nation with unique approaches not found elsewhere in the world. We applaud best South African braai practices, such as cooking ‘smileys’ (lamb jawbone) with an acetylene torch.

I feel that the addition of this definition to our constitution will prevent us from any critique be it local or international and allow BIP to take its rightful place as the leading visionary for South African braais within a globalised world.

Sincerely

Shayfish
Quasi-Deep South Region

World Cup braaing

Dear Dewman

I would like to show deep reverence for your principled stand against observing any of the FIFA World Cup games, which is to be applauded. Unfortunately, I cannot make the same claim and acknowledge that my passion for this World Cup could be equated to that of a seasoned harlot. This has allowed me to gain some insight into ways that people braai in the middle of the World Cup.

Over 98% of all commercial food sold at the World Cup uses gas burners that cannot be equated to a braai. It does not even come close. Upon inspection of some of these facilities at the Cape Town Fan Walk, the ‘braai grids’ above the gas burner were caked in fat and carbon. Clearly no-one had informed them of the BIP rule to burn off your braai grids before braaing. Gas burners also disobey the cardinal braai rule of lighting a fire and then waiting for the coals to be ready, which allows humanity to engage in frivolous discourse on the meaning of life.

Boerewors was minimally existent and German sausages formed an important part of most menus. I only discovered why this was so towards the end of the World Cup. Boerewors takes on average 80% longer to cook than German sausages do and rapid production lines are all important when 60 000 people are waiting for fast food.

Given this moral absence of braaing at the World Cup, I would like to offer the experiences of a real braai that I performed at during the World Cup. This braai was held for 9 adults and 4 children. As I did not know many of them very well, I bought the food the day before in an attempt to be as organised as possible. This included three boxes of frozen prawns, salads, ingredients for a veggie potjie and basmati rice. In the absence of any BIP advisors, my wife was consulted and I was sent out shopping again on the day of the braai to purchase two dead chickens and boerewors.

I fired up my braai and the Weber at 10h00. The day was extraordinarily windy and for some reason this affected my chickens. I have never witnessed a chicken simultaneously burned and raw at the same time. As a BIP professional this did not phase me – I merely made sure that all sides of the chicken were burnt and proudly informed my audience that Cajun chicken is the new black in braai ‘fashionista’ circles.

The prawns killed me. What point is there in defrosting a sea cockroach (many hours), then dousing it in marinade for four hours and finally braaing them, only to watch them shrivel up and constitute one bite? I need to make a critical admission here. My prawns originally hailed from India and try as I might I struggled to find the intestines of all these prawns. Don’t get me wrong, I love India and all Indian food, but I don’t trust their water. I therefore avoided cooking the prawns until they were translucent and made very sure that they were over-cooked just in case I spread typhoid across the Cape Town community.

As you are well aware, basmati rice was one of the first genetically modified products and it cannot be braaied. My veg potjie was the usual – vegetables topped with coconut cream and cashew nuts so as to disguise the taste of vegetables. I did not have the mental strength to cook the boerewors.

This meal was served at 14h30, ostensibly to accommodate a late-comer, but in reality I could not produce this braai any faster. Despite the platitudes received on this braai I was left with a profound feeling of discomfort and made a mental note to reflect on this braai in the spirit of a true BIP professional. My observations are as follows: 

• 15 hours of preparation and cooking time to prepare a meal is similar to English people having the time to watch five days of test cricket. 
• This entire braai could have been produced in any country and had no South African character. Cooking the boerewors would have helped. 
• Solo braaing for large numbers of people is over-rated, especially if the majority of them don’t drink alcohol and therefore politely sit inside instead of wildly cheering your progress at the fireplace. 
• Once the food is eaten, there just isn’t very much to talk about especially if you don’t really know the people you’ve invited. (We were saved however by World Cup game 56 which started at 16h00) 

In reflecting on these earth-shattering observations, I made the important realization that BIP professionals need to be on top of their game. As the BIP movement celebrates the World Cup, so too do we need to accommodate change. While braaing is a quintessential South African art form, it’s fine for BIP to adopt other foods and customs alien to South Africa. However, what the World Cup has taught me is that it’s also fine to braai German sausage for 2 minutes and serve with this with bread rolls and lettuce, especially if you don’t know the people very well. 

Yours as ever in BIP 

Shayfish

Quasi-South Region