OUT TO LUNCH
One of the essential skills needed to belong to that much maligned group “the patriarchy” in South Africa is the ability to start a braai fire. How often have you seen even the most defiantly feminist woman start a braai fire in this country?
Probably never. Where I now live the idea of using charcoal for a braai fire is pure heresy and is sneeringly regarded as the sort of thing a Joburger would probably do. You have to use wood and it has to be the right type of slow burning wood.
Which generally makes it more difficult to light. I like to think that over a period of 35 years practice I have become pretty good at getting a braai fire going but even I have to admit to failure on occasion.
No matter how you stack the wood, how many fire lighters you use and how much you blow on the embers the most stubborn of braai fires just don’t seem to want to play ball and you’re left with the option of using an oven or just eating salad.
Which is why I am in awe of anybody who can set fire to a whole railway carriage and I’m eighteen times in awe of anybody who can set fire to eighteen railway carriages. Without being spotted in the act and without attracting any attention until the flames are lighting the night sky.