I did not realize when I left home that I would miss the tastes and flavours of South Africa. I took for granted the salty taste of biltong, the sweetness of a mango, the creamy sweetness of the Eat Sum More shortbread I could easily buy at the supermarket. I never thought there would be a time when I wouldn’t be able to eat a slice of wholewheat Albany bread spread with Koo apricot jam, or a slice of hot toast slathered with butter and anchovy paste. Packets of Simba chips were taken for granted as well as glasses of Liqui Fruit – with no sugar and preservatives added. I did not realize that I would be unable to buy guavas when they are in season, or sip a cup of pure rooibos tea while eating a sticky koeksuster.
Moving North I have had to forgo the tastes and flavours of my childhood and adapt to new ones. I have tried many (such as pumpkin pie) and found that I do not enjoy it. Turkey I eat when offered, but it is not a meat that I shop for. I have enjoyed blueberries and often sweeten my porridge with maple syrup. Dried cranberries have become a delightful addition to salads. My experience of Canadian tastes, though, is that they are much sweeter than what I am used to. Biscuits (cookies), cakes and muffins are sweeter as are soft serve ice-creams and juices. Sugars seem to be hidden everywhere and, if not vigilant, one can unexpectedly bite into something that has been heavily sweetened.
I have adjusted to the Canadian tastes and no longer wish for South African tastes everyday. However, whenever we visit home I make sure that I enjoy some of the tastes of my past.
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was written for the FMF 31 day challenge hosted by Kate Motaung. Today’s prompt is: taste)