The new normal
LATELY, I’VE BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT FAMILIES AND FOOD. Not just our food heritage – the recipes we cherish because they are the legacy of those we love. Or the dishes that evoke memories of family occasions. I was thinking about the unremarkable, everyday meals we cook and eat with our families, the ones that are so routine they often feel like a chore. And then I remember the early months of the pandemic. My overriding memory of that time was how much I missed my mom and my sister. (They were in quarantine after a trip to the US.) I also missed Tina, our wondeful, gentle nanny whose patience with Holly, especially at mealtimes, amazes me every day. I missed the ritual of weekend braais, of meeting for pizza or…