I was a notorious picky eater in my childhood. Which simply means I was picky about where I ate. I loved my food (but not cooked carrots) and I ate it. In the safety of, like, my home or my friend's house where I couldn't resist her grandfather's peanut butter porridge.

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A part of me wonders whom I'm writing this to because if you travel the Johannesburg CBD on the daily and aren't eating it, angazi. How are you?

Ease into it with Fruit
Before my former phone got stolen, I had image upon image of me biting into, admiring, washing and plotting (what to do with) all my fruit bounty. There were mangoes of differing sizes and prices: lovely at room temperature, amazing when refrigerated. There were bananas (my best!) and peaches. Even got guavas in my life again. A memorable strawberry punnet from December that my sister inhaled in one sitting.

When my mother was alive, she would make weekly trips into the CBD to thrift. But mostly, they were her opportunity to get us fruit and veg for the week ahead and that Sunday's meal. The unspoken rule was that the grapes disappeared in the fridge. They would be washed and put to chill but by the time we all sat down to "eat" them, there wouldn't be much left. She would buy the giant mangoes, wash, slice and refrigerate them. The carrots would be gone in days.
I have bought an avocado most morning since April.

While I partake in many different kinds of snacking (amakipkip after a long time are so wonderful) I have a particular affinity for braaied chicken parts. Give me chicken feet, izingingila on a skewer or chicken necks and I'm yours. I've been eating braaied chicken feet for years now, it's like chicken dust but affordable.

The next step would be me trying any of these braaied snacks with the hot sauce they use. 
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My other favourite snack option is umbila. I prefer the boiled option, which ALL the sellers always over-salt but akhonto. I recently decided to be adventerous and try a braaied mealie but the woman told me it was R10 and I lost my appetite. Yhu, isibindi esingaka! Have you a mealie.

Me, miss picky eater, eating uphaphu (fam, I don't have the english for this. It's insides!) and liver that was cooked on one of those gas top plates. Ihe! While I did not enjoy uphaphu and haven't bought it again, I have bought the livers a few times. They are so delicious. 
I think there are extensive protein offers in street food, but I'm usually rushing for my taxi so I can't be sure. One thing I don't think I would buy is usu because I just need to be sure that it's clean, bbz.

The hot dog
I think these are actually called boerie rolls or wathever, but this is another category of food I've tried (twice!) and enjoyed. Ivoroso iright, the bun is correct, the sauces are there, my experience says yes.

Full meal
In 2014, when I was unemployed and trying to get a writing job at a website I pitched them my reasons why you should eat a street plate. In that "audition" piece nobody appreciated I wrote about the particular stalls by the JSE. Of the scenery I wrote, "A jug of juice is on the table, you might be tempted to ask whether it's Oros.. Sadly, it's probably not. Ask if you can buy as soft drink or a bottle of water on the side if the only juice you drink is Oros. You want the Oros, don't you? You're me!"
With these plates you usually get istach -- I always go for rice -- meat, gravy and some salad accompaniments that include beetroot, coleslaw and maybe fried cabbage.

Why aren't you eating Johannesburg, bbz? If you are, what's your favourite?

Screenshots from my insta.