It often makes me really wish for the small things I take for granted, like that of my crazy family...
In honor of me breaking my avoidance routine my skinny cuz was kind enough to cook up a yummy potjie whilst the guys enjoyed a wee cup of sport and the girls mountains of wine.
I miss the warm, wintery days when nothing warms you better than family; friends and fun!
So here is the "all sort after" perfect recipe to a fabulous day of Potjie under the S.A skies:
* First you need a huge appetite for alcohol, large amounts of alcohol, copious amounts. ( He He He He ).
* A trustworthy cooking volunteer ( the type who never cooks but when they do people will be speaking about it forever! Good or Bad! )
* A hand full of good friends and family
* Wine, Beer and a pinch of old brown sherry to spice things up
* Some sport and skinner for entertainment!
For the main recipe of making a potjie I realized that anything goes! The chef nor the soon to be victims know what exactly is meant to be included - I assume it is some unwritten rule that nothing is compulsory for a potjie except the fire beneath the coals.
From a myriad of veggies ( for someone who is allergic to roughage ), to a strange concoction of spices, soup and stock, all mixed up by some trusty chefs hands and viola you have a potjie!
Needless to say it was delicious creamy and tasty never mind that none of us were sure of what was inside. Ultimately it was a great Saturday, complete with warm friends, family and comfort food...
Nice. ( In Borat Voice ). ; )
