A BANNED SONG. AND A MOMENT I’LL NEVER FORGET
.I’ve owned two restaurants in my life. The first was in a bohemian suburb in Johannesburg, during Apartheid. At the end of the evening — once the doors were closed and the last guest had gone — we’d take the music outside. “Free Nelson Mandela” playing loudly.A forbidden song. And there we were… dancing in the street. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t written down.But it was real. And that’s the thing about food — the moments that stay with us are rarely just about the dish. They’re about what’s happening around it. The energy, the people, the feeling in the air. Yet when most people try to write about food, they strip all of that away. They reduce something alive into something flat. That’s the gap I focus on inside my SKOOL OF FOOD WRITING — helping people translate real food experiences into writing that actually carries meaning. If you had to describe a food moment that meant something to you — could you do it in a way someone else could truly feel? I'd sincerely like to know. https://www.skool.com/how-to-write-about-food-8335/about