Jump to Recipe Jump to Recipe Golden, soft, and dangerous… one is never enough. In a shebeen, a Queen of the Meadowlands, Zulu (a fine street vendor), placed this into my hands after I bap, bap, bapped on her wooden window, cut into the door and facing the street. The exchange — 12 rand. My first South African recipe beyond bap had landed. And just like that, it found me and I knew… I had found gold. The pot at the end of the rainbow. The kind you don’t spend. This

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