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Food as Archive – my grandmother’s koesisters

When I launched the second edition of my book, Off-Centre and Out of Focus, in London recently, I wanted to recreate the warmth of the first book launch, held in the District Six Homecoming Centre, to welcome guests. I had brought a couple of the doilies my grandmother had crocheted, along with framed photos of my parents and grandparents to set the scene, but more was needed. And on a wet, grey wintry day in London, koesisters seemed to me the most obvious Cape Town food to have. I had already tracked down samosas and dhaltjies that were as close to home as they could be, via a Bengali women’s empowerment organization, Oitij-jo. Koesisters, the spicy fried doughnuts, sugared and sprinkled with coconut, were not to be found in London which otherwise boasts a range of South African foods and treats. So, it was up to me. I had never made them from scratch before but entered into the spirit of having my ancestors with me completely.

I remember my paternal grandmother making koesisters. When we were little, we would save the peels from the naartjies we ate and my father dried them in the sun so that my grandmother could grind them up to add to her koesister mixture. As a young boy, my father and his brothers were sent to sell them door-to-door on Sunday mornings as a traditional accompaniment to coffee.

The koesister is characteristic of food that was creolised at the Cape. The majority of enslaved people who were brought here by the Dutch from Southeast Asia, worked in homes and those with cooking skills fetched higher prices. The settlement at the Cape brought together diverse peoples and influences and the enslaved people creolised these influences in food, music and language, leading to a unique culture that is still strongly present in contemporary Cape Town, and I believe offers the foundation for a post-apartheid South African identity.

On a walking tour of the Bo-Kaap in December, the area where freed enslaved people were allowed to settle, archival researcher Daiyaan Petersen related a story about the koesister. In the kitchens of their Dutch masters, enslaved people would make the plaited syrupy fried doughnuts called koeksisters as instructed and with the leftover dough they would make their own version of the doughnut, known as koesisters in the Cape. Spices from southeast Asia, like star aniseed, ginger, cinnamon, and cardamom, were added to the dough, and it was formed into flattened oblong shapes. These would be fried, boiled in sugar syrup and then sprinkled with coconut before serving.

The heritage of colonialism, slavery and apartheid is firmly embedded in this food-as-archive, at the same time it is a celebration of my grandmother and all those grandmothers who made them as a means of earning a living, using what was available to them under an oppressive government.

I spent two days making koesisters – shopping for the ingredients, making a test batch and then a batch for the launch. The dough was left to rise for two hours, and again for half an hour after it had been shaped. As my son and daughter captured the process on film, I shared anecdotes with them, every step imbued with memories of my family. As we did the taste test (for the umpteenth time!) I was confident that my father and grandmother would have been so pleased to know that this everyday treat was being warmly shared in London.

The video can be viewed on Instagram

 

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A warm international welcome for Off-Centre and Out of Focus

The last two weeks in London have been such an affirmation of the universality of our stories and of issues around identity, belonging and displacement. “Why launch in the UK?” is a question that I have been asked more than once.

One motivation was that, after speaking at Xavier University of New Orleans, and in Edinburgh and London a year ago, I wanted the book to be more easily available internationally. The other was the constant reminders of the rise of racism, hatred and bigotry, and how my experience of growing up in South Africa resonates with anyone who has grown up with institutional and entrenched discrimination. These themes are not limited to a single country.

The London book launch attracted friends, friends of friends, and adopted family, to the green community space that is The Onion Garden. I have watched Jens Jakobsen over the last four years, change a patch of concrete into this little sanctuary in the centre of a busy metropolis and it felt like the right place to launch my little book into the world.

I brought my ancestors along in the form of my grandmother’s doilies, photographs of my parents and grandparents, and the food. Having searched for “Cape Town-style” samoosas and dhaltjies in vain, I serendipitously came across the Oitij-jo Collective a women’s collective that focuses on Bengali culture and arts… and there were the local treats I had grown up with.

Finding koesisters the way my grandmother made them, proved to be a bigger challenge. My grandmother made the fried doughnuts dipped in sugar syrup and rolled in coconut every week. When my father was young, he and his brothers would sell them door-to-door on Sunday mornings. So I rolled up my sleeves, donned the apron and made them myself!  I think my grandmother would have been pleased.

I have enjoyed conversations with Letitia George for BBC Radio Leicester, with Debbie Golt for Outerglobe on Resonance FM, and with Hannah Murray for Talk Radio Europe.

There have been a couple of written pieces, including How to Write a Memoir for Irish online writing magazine, Writing.ie., and an interview with USA-based  Authority Magazine.

Thank you for the warm welcome!

Featured image: With Debbie Golt of Outerglobe

 

 

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Off-Centre and Out of Focus is launched

Off-Centre and Out of Focus: Growing up ‘coloured’ in South Africa was launched with friends and family at the District Six Homecoming Centre on 13 May. It was wonderful to be able to celebrate with people who have been on the journey with me and who contributed to this book in some way – sharing their stories with me, cheering me on, and offering advice.

I was particularly pleased about being able to celebrate the birth of my book in the District Six Homecoming Centre in what used to be the Sacks Futeran building. For generations the Futeran family traded in clothing and textiles here, and the store was frequented by generations of seamstresses and tailors from District Six. I remember being dwarfed by bolts of fabric and riding the rickety lift with my parents to the second floor to buy anything from crockery to clothing. My father’s memories of District Six are at the heart of this book. Sadly, he died of COVID in 2020, but I know that he would have appreciated the choice of venue.

Dr Bonita Bennett, who was the director of the District Six Museum for more than ten years, gracefully facilitated a discussion around ‘colouredness’, the fluidity of race and belonging, issues of respectability, and the archiving of ordinary objects. This book has always been about starting a conversation about the complexities of growing up labelled ‘coloured’ in South Africa, before, during and post- apartheid. I wanted the knowledge that I gained during my PhD to be more widely accessible rather than being confined to the university library shelf.

The family photographs that gave rise to my thesis and now this book, represent the hopes and aspirations of our parents and grandparents. They generate stories of a way of being and living that challenge the dominant narratives of inferiority and shame that were assigned to a group of people designated neither-white-nor-black. They quietly disrupt the apartheid archive that sought to fix difference in terms of race, gender and culture. I hope that this will open up discussion around the pain and trauma that we lived through so that we may look forward to a future where we may see each other as simply human.

The American writer and activist, Audre Lorde, speaks about the importance of oppressed people being able to speak out of their own experience and to see it as valid, to deal with our definition of self. She cautions that if we don’t identify ourselves, someone else will, and probably to our detriment. Through sharing my experience, I sincerely hope that more people will be motivated to share theirs, and I look forward to more conversations and sharing.