“I can’t stand them; they’re of a different class. I arrived at their house last weekend and they were sitting around having lunch, I couldn’t believe my eyes; tinned sardines and brown bread!”
Thus spoke the wife of a man for whom I once worked. I refrained from commenting, the slated tinned sardine having been a grocery cupboard staple throughout my life. Mashed with chopped onions and a bit of pepper, on lightly toasted rye bread … With fresh chillies on a chunk of ciabatta, or – like today – in tomato sauce with plain brown toast; a taste of summer sunshine.
Our Kwa Zulu Natal coastal region is experiencing the annual sardine run which heralds the arrival of our summer. I sit here at my desk with my simple lunch and dream of having fresh sardines to drench in lemon juice and grill on a beach fire. Bliss.
A different class, what an ass…