Twenty five minutes of suspense as we drove to join a large group having a Sunday event called a potjie. We arrived to find heaps of briquettes set right on the ground and shaped like a small fire pit. Each team had their own briquette pile and the briquettes were already turning white from the heat. A light breeze fanned the energy of the burning coals. Nestled in the coals were several small pots call potjies. A potjie looks remarkable like the witches cauldrons from stories of old. They are black cast iron, pot shaped, balance on three short legs and have a lid. Each pot contained a mixture that was simmering and receiving lots of attention.
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