South Africa Update: Davie’s Excellent Culinary Adventure
When my brother David and I were kids, we were as opposite in our food choices as we were in looks — blond and brunette, blue eyes and brown eyes, boy and girl — he was meat and I was potatoes, I was peanut butter and he was jelly. We were labeled “picky.” But we also, thanks to Mumsy, ate pizza, spaghetti, and macaroni and cheese — and cheese! Later we both fell in love with mexican food, japanese, chinese and, for me, greek food. Now we’ll try just about anything.
Dad, well, he remained the picky one. His staples were meat, potatoes and peas, so don’t try to give him something with cheese, or tomato or, heaven forbid, garlic! Uht-ah. So what happens when he goes to South Africa? He eats cheese and garlic and onions! The red of the tomato would’ve been too obvious to slip by him I suppose.
It took 68 years, but he’s finally branched out a wee bit: potatoes au gratin (with onions), a dish made with garlic, a dessert with cream cheese and fudge made with goat’s milk! And although the ingredients don’t fall under the “not on Dave’s plate” list, I don’t recall ever hearing that he’s eaten crème brûlée before either.
Dad, you never knew what you were missing!
MILNE CLAN 
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