Growing up in the Free State, with the artist Frans Claerhout as a precious family friend and our priest, I was spoilt with regular visits to Catholic mission stations in Lesotho. As a little girl, I collected stamps and the nuns and priests kept their letters and stamps from all over the world for me. The young priest and nuns cured their own pork, grew the most fabulous veggies, and bred the most beautiful German Shepherd dogs. Our Wagter was a Lesotho Catholic dog, and so was our Bella. We were spoilt with cured hams and gammons, smoked pork chops and bacon, and boxes of fresh veggies, and a small puppy. And, of course, my loot of stamps, which I still have at the age of 66.
I love pork…
