those blurry saturday nights . . .

The past 2 weeks have been a little rough on my physique. I have been socializing more than usual, working till late, filling my cup with dark liquor, laughing till my stomach hurt, eating amazing home-cooked meals and definitely not getting enough sleep.

Now the weather’s changed and I love it. It’s colder, cooler and perfect for all the long winter coats I’ve stashed away in my closet. Just wish I had enough energy to put a stew together on the stove. Flip I need to shake off this fatigue and get this darn feeling of lethargy in order! Do you think a staycation somewhere picturesque might rejuvenate my soul?

Speaking about picturesque destinations and adventures – if you’ve ever been to Bloubergstrand in Cape Town, then you must be very familiar with one of their hottest hangout spots near the beach strip. It’s a cafe/bar called News Cafe. {Sidenote: There’s literally a News Cafe franchise in each province in South Africa. It’s actually ridiculous}. Anyway what’s not ridiculous though about News Cafe Tableview is their entire menu. It is on another level, not to mention their cocktails. Girls get the chicken wings peri-peri style, of course, and a couple of Seven Deadly Sins (that’s the name of one of their most potent drinks on the menu, 7 different shots of liquor and believe me when I say it tastes like a sweet peachy punch – DANGER DANGER!!).  I was visiting family friends about two weeks ago and we spent an evening there. I haven’t danced and drank that much since 2015 Cubana Havana Lounge on a cold Friyay night!!!

Don’t judge me. It was a girls weekend. And if you have me on Instagram then you would have seen how fun and silly we were on my InstaStories #memoriesmade.

I have to warn you though. Don’t bring your car. Wear comfortable shoes. And prepare yourself to have a kak hangover the next day! Flipping took me three days to recover . . .

So yeah, amazing views, beach vibes, good food, great cocktails and a pocket full of fun. That’s literally how I’d explain a day spent in Blouberg.

You don’t need a whole lot of money to have a good time. Just a few friends, a myCiti card, the will to have a good time and oh 40 bucks for the comforting McDonald’s chicken nuggets + fries at 4am the next morning!

I gatta go. My bed is calling me!
The Grubby Eater









Birthdays and shenanigans

This past week was my flatmate’s birthday…Imagine this, 5 friends lots of Bombay Gin + Oude Meester Brandy and a couple of mixers (not forgetting the ice) to get the party going. Guess what we ate at the end of the night though – Butler’s pizza man! Sorry but I’m generally not a fan of theirs especially not of their bacon, pineapple and banana pizza. Yuck!

But that evening (#wackywednesday evening), I didn’t care much. We smoked too much and drank too much to the point where my brain was LITERALLY screaming for food. Pizza never tasted so good I tell you!

Anyway the gist of the matter is how for the past 2 weeks I’ve wreaked havoc to my digestive system and quite frankly to my eating plan. I had been eating so well for weeks. Excuse me while I shed a tear. . . Anyway yeah, green smoothies, low carbs, hummus (lots of it!), salads and a shit ton of fruits have been apart of my diet since mid-January this year. I’ve never felt so good in my life. I followed a more plant based and diary free diet; I still ate honey, free-range eggs sometimes and a bit of fish from time to time. I was eating clean. Enjoying it and felt so great all day everyday. I had too much energy I tell you. Shit look at me now – lethargic and dreaming about slap chips and snoek fish.

I need to do better. I’ve managed to cut back my coffee to one cup a day. The problem now is planning my meals again and getting rid of all the junk food and liquor in our kitchen.

I’ll let you know where I buy my produce in my next post…You can actually get a whole bunch of groceries to last you a month or so for less than R 1000. I’ll show you how!

Okay, this is a long enough post for the day. Check out my post tomorrow and read up on a Middle Eastern/Asian inspired meal I prepared for my flatmates last night. (Recipes will be included folks).

Thanks for reading.

Let’s do it again soon!  😛



x Lee

I’ll just be over here thinking about my next meal . . .

I’ve been conflicted lately about my passions and where I see myself in the next 5 years. I am hoping that most people go through something like this in their early twenties. Never mind the panic attacks and the sunken feeling that you are already failing as an adult 😟. In the same breath I have been having trouble introducing myself at social gatherings especially when asked the gory question ” So what do you do exactly “?

What I do want to say is “Oh well I spend most days lying on my bed thinking about what to have for lunch”. But of course this is not what I say. I opt for the simple explanation, “I am a food writer”.

For some reason I don’t feel like I’ve earned the title of food writer. Not yet anyway. When I think of established food writers I think of people like Simon Majumdar, Matt Preston and even Andy Fenner. Charming individuals with a food philosophy and a train record of success in the business. Am I too hard on myself?

It’s in our job description, as food writers, to bare our souls in our writing; to rave about diners and explosive food experiences we’ve had the privilege of being invited to. As much as it’s a right of passage to have blissful debates about burger joints that aren’t quite up to standard. Which is all quite amusing to tell the truth.

However there are countless set backs as a writer. It’s a truth universally known that you are probably going to struggle making ends meet most months #youvebeenwarned. You are never quite sure where your next paycheck is going to come from (and your constantly trying to find new content to entertain your passive online audience)! Add a dose of sleepless nights to the list, the I’m hanging on six cups of coffee kind of nights. The long hours of editing and re-editing… yep that definitely rounds up my life.

Don’t get me wrong food is what I love. It has been the only consistent thing in my life for a very long time. But damn it’s an uphill battle!

On the account of sounding rather bleak and negative I will say that there are amazing aspects to this job – this whimsical freelancing job. You get to meet the guys who work tirelessly in the kitchen; you get to attend some of the most exclusive events each year and get to eat some of the best food of your life. And every once in a while you find utter bliss in stumbling across Cara Cara oranges at the grocery store or fresh figs at the market. On those days you will find that your life as a poor “food writer” becomes somewhat tolerable…at least on that day!