Let there be music, roses – and xigugu
Pre-pandemic I was all for mocking romantic restaurant Valentine’s Day dinners. I dismissed them as a money-making ploy to fill the gourmet gap between the departure of the Christmas Turkey and the arrival of the Easter Bunny. Reminding my nearest and dearest that the real St Valentine was not only celibate but also clubbed to death and then beheaded seemed stylishly cynical. Now? Not so much. I am nostalgic for the days before social distancing, booze bans and curfews when I blithely assumed...
Source: dailymaverick.co.za