The starting seven
The meats
Boerewors (farmer’s sausage)
The coil of honour. Goes on first, comes off last, and whoever pricks it gets sent to the cooler box to think about what they’ve done.
Recipe: Boerewors rolls with quick chakalaka
Can’t find it? SA shops and good butchers sell proper wors. A Cumberland ring will do in an emergency. We won’t tell anyone.
Lamb chops (tjops)
Salt, pepper, fire. Eaten with your hands, fat crispy, standing up, before anyone else notices they’re ready. Braaimaster’s perk.
Can’t find it? Loin chops from any supermarket. Get the thick ones, boet.
Sosaties (kebabs, but with gees)
Curried lamb and apricot on a stick. Sweet, tangy, and the only fruit on this menu that’s allowed near the fire.
Recipe: Lamb and apricot sosaties
Can’t find it? Diced lamb leg plus dried apricots from the baking aisle.
Peri-peri chicken (the flattie)
Spatchcocked, basted, and hot enough to make your English mates go quiet for a bit. Mzansi’s gift to the world.
Can’t find it? Spatchcock a whole chicken yourself, or buy one ready-flattened.
Cook it right through: no pink, juices clear, 75°C in the thickest bit.
Rump steak (the big one)
Thick-cut, rested, sliced on the board for sharing. Ask how anyone wants it done and you’ll be standing there till half-time.
Can’t find it? Rump or sirloin from the butcher. Thick-cut beats thin every time.
Sticky pork ribs (spare ribs)
Low and slow, then glazed till your fingers are a write-off. Serviettes are for the weak. Use your jeans.
Can’t find it? Pork spare ribs or baby backs. Precook gently in the oven if the weather’s being very Pembury.
Cook it right through: no pink, juices clear, 75°C in the thickest bit.
Skilpadjies (“little tortoises”)
Lamb’s liver wrapped in caul fat. The bench player nobody picked who wins the match. For the brave, the curious and your oom.
Can’t find it? Ask the butcher for caul fat. Not feeling brave? Sub on chicken wings. Still counts as meat. Vasbyt.
