Uni and etc
Flunked out of Cape Town university where I had variously gone in for Drama, Fine Art, Architecture and a BA in French. In those days you could hop about from course to course. Finally persuaded my long suffering parents that I had to go to France to learn French. So off to the Sorbonne, where instead of getting a taste for Baudelaire and Bonaparte, I fell for Boef Bourguignon and Burgundy.
My inspiration was the woman I worked for as an au pair: she went to three bakeries each morning – one for the croissants, one for the baguettes and one for the gateau. And she gave the children, age 18 months and 6 months, exactly what she gave the rest of us, only three hours earlier. If it was steak and salad for supper, at five o’clcok she’d make a miniature salad with oil and vinegar, two tiny seared rare steaks with a chopped shallot and herb reduction, and then the older child would have hers in her high chair and I would whizz steak, salad and gravy in the liquidiser and spoon it into the baby.
So I went to the Cordon Bleu in London and learnt to cook. I wish my father had lived to see that I did finally stick at something.
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