We’ve been experiencing incessant, and much needed rainfall, on this side of the world for going on a month now. The novelty of spending the weekend huddled up indoors, sipping on tea and binging on my favourite shows is beyond old. I recently needed an excuse to leave the house and be bathed before 1:00pm on a Sunday, and lunch at The Mustard Seed provided that much needed (and very tasty) diversion.
Breakfast food is my favourite food and I don’t believe a cafe is worth its salt unless they serve breakfast ALL day. One of my favourite places to have a breakfast catch-up with friends in Harare is Antique Rose, off Golden Stairs Road in Emerald Hill. Their menu is sumptuous, the set-up is so cute and granny-chic and the owner Stacey Atwell is an absolute sweetheart (and rocks MAC’s Heroine like a bauws).
I am writing this with every window in the room I’m currently occupying open, a glass of juice to my left (with fast disappearing ice-cubes swimming about on the surface) and a thin film of perspiration taking up residence across my entire body. In short, it’s hot! And with great heat comes great responsibility…and climatic cliches. To the uninitiated (or the initiated in need of a refresher – pun not intended, but still hilarious) this is a quick guide as to how you know you’re deep in the stronghold of a Zimbabwean Summer.
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