So this sweaty beast of a man crammed into a stained white vest stares at me pleasantly from across the counter at the butchery.
He has the look of someone who is fond of sampling the goods so my instinct is to immediately trust his judgement. He definitely knows what he is talking about!
I'm lus for biltong and this man is obviously a high priest in the temple of dried meat!
Chilli biltong, chilli wors, fatty biltong that is so wet I can hear the cow complaining in the back there somewhere, Kudu, this, that, the other... Then my eye falls on the Ostrich biltong at the end of the line.
I remember trying an Ostrich steak a few months back and immediately have to wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth.
That steak was so lekker they should have named a city after it!
My eyes lift from the biltong to the butcher who gives me a knowing look. His look says: "Wise choice my young padawan".
"One hundred rand" I blurt out and, without flinching. he expertly scoops a handful of the delicious looking manna into a brown paper bag.
I pass him the money and he wordlessly passes me the bag.
My fingers tremble slightly in anticipation as I reach inside and take a single shaving.
The journey from the packet to my mouth seems to take forever, but I maintain self control and suddenly it happens...
A soft, cold sensation on the tongue, closely followed by a touch of salty delight. Then, I bite down on that little slice and dear heavens above, my mouth is flooded with the slightly sweet, slightly savory perfection that is Ostrich biltong.
Maaaaan! The lekkerness of lekker floods my soul and I immediately offer this wonderful communion to everyone I see.
Blikskorrel that Biltong was lekker!
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