The origin story of the name Jozi Food Whore is a short one! Since I’ve been asked countless times, I thought I’d post on it.

 

As someone who values food, coming from a less-than-privileged background, I have never been a fan of wastage. When I started a social group in 2009, to meet new people and share new adventures, I came across something I found difficult to comprehend and had not really noticed before. When we were all socialising at restaurants, people would eat half their meal and let it be taken to the kitchen. And not for a takeaway or “doggy bag”. It seemed like an awful waste to me.

 

I recall one specific dinner in Fordsburg. On the way to the restaurant, we walked past three people sitting on the sidewalk who were asking for some food. During the course of this dinner, as people “finished” their meals and let the rest be taken, I asked for their leftovers. Someone would eat it! And that someone might very well be me. I had no “skaam”. I also became a little notorious after one particular Zomato dinner when the immense platters we were served (free of charge) remained half-eaten and I insisted the leftovers be packed for me.

 

You might say that it’s not kosher to eat people’s leftovers, or that some people who are hungry and asking for food do not want to eat a stranger’s half-eaten dinner. This is an easy problem to solve. You can merely say to the person who is asking: “All I have is some leftover food we didn’t finish. Would you want that?”. Some people say “no, thanks”. Some people don’t mind. I’m one of those people too. I’ll eat your leftovers 9 times out of 10.

 

I also happen to believe that tossing half a beautiful steak in the bin is an absolute crime, especially when you’ll likely be spending another R100 tomorrow for lunch somewhere. That leftover steak could easily have made a delicious lunch if you chucked it between two slices of your favourite bread, or cut it up into some greens for a protein-filled salad.

 

So my people started calling me a food whore. I would take all their food, all the time. I can also proudly say that I have changed some perspectives and now more people I know will take their leftovers for lunch the next day, instead of allowing it to be tossed. Where’s the “skaam” in that? That’s why they call me the food whore.

 

Oh, and also because I’ll eat absolutely anything, basically.