I heard the ‘Snoek horn’ blowing yesterday and I ran into the road, with others from our little street and I bought a whole Snoek off the back of a bakkie. Two ancient old fishermen sit in the cab, while two young guys ride on the back with the load of Snoek and one blows the little silver horn, letting the neighbourhood know that they have a catch.
I chose my fish, a ‘small’ one for R45, and it was gutted for me on a small piece of carpet on the back of the bakkie. Still with head and tail on, one of the ancient guys wrapped it in newspaper and I marched up the road with a whole fish in my arms.
I hacked off the tail and head and cut the thing in half, put half in the deepfreeze and the other in an apricot jam and lemony marinade.
For supper we had braaied Snoek and sweet potatoes. Big Friendly made the fire in our portable braai in our back courtyard, and as the sun went down we cooked on hot coals. Delicious. Big Friendly, the dogs, the cats and I were “maagies vol, ogies toe” and we cleaned up and went to bed. Lekker.