Everyday is like Sunday
There are two very vivid childhood food memories which I owe to Lisa Clark and her remarkable family. The first was visiting her grandmother’s jam factory and being totally captivated by the rows and rows of jam jars with Lisa’s gran’s name, Iris McGregor, on them. My first experience of a person as a food brand.
The second was when I was dropped off at her family’s gracious, chaotic, storybook Cape Dutch house for a play date, and the kitchen was filled with the smell of prawns cooking. I was probably about 11 and I’d never seen or smelled a prawn before. It was totally foreign and, picky eater that I was, I was horrified. Would I have to eat them?!
Only now, years later, do I realise how incredible that moment was. A house filled with the shrieks of four little blonde girls, all under 12, darting around their father’s legs as he cooked prawns they’d collected themselves. Early foragers, the Clarks.
Lisa and I were best friends in primary school. We lost touch until a few years ago when she started dating one of my husband’s friends. One of the happiest
