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Friday, September 22, 2017

The story of Cape Malay cuisine starts with the involuntary migration of people in the 17th century from various parts of South East Asia - including Malaysia and Indonesia. Brought to the Cape as slaves, they brought with them age-old recipes, cooking techniques and spices. A satay consists of a skewered slice of meat or poultry usually served with a peanut dipping sauce.

Recipe by: GOLD Restaurant
Serves: 6 – 8 people (as a starter or party snack)
Difficulty: Easy
Preparation: 30 minutes
Cooking: 30 minutes

Ingredients

Chicken satays

5 medium-sized chicken breasts
Vegetable oil for drizzling
Roasted masala mixed with a little salt
25 stay sticks (20 cm in length)

Peanut sauce

100 g roasted and salted peanuts
6 spring onions, chopped
1 garlic clove, minced
1 red chilli, seeded and thinly sliced
30 ml soya sauce
Finely grated zest and juice of ½ a lemon
5 ml brown sugar
2 ml ground cumin
125 ml coconut milk
60 ml chopped coriander
45 ml crunchy peanut butter

Method

Chicken satays

Slice each chicken breast on the diagonal – aim for approximately 5 – 6 slices per breast.
Thread each chicken strip on the end of a satay stick.
Drizzle a little oil over each chicken satay.
Generously dust each satay with roasted masala spice that has been mixed with a little salt.
Grill chicken satays in a sandwich grill for a few seconds until just cooked through.
Serve with peanut satay sauce.

Peanut sauce

Grind the peanuts, spring onions, garlic and chilli into a coarse paste.
Mix in the soya sauce, lemon zest and juice, brown sugar, cumin and coconut cream.
Stir in the coriander and peanut butter.
Cover and chill until you’re ready to serve.


Tip: If you don’t have a sandwich grill, grill your chicken satays in the oven on a high heat for a minute or so on each side.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Babalwa Zono was born on 12 July 1980 in ill-fated Crossroads, a shantytown near Cape Town International Airport. As the name suggests, Crossroads was originally established as a transit living space for non-white South Africans in the 1970s. Initially consisting of scrub and no infrastructure, men, women and children set about building informal dwellings or shacks from wood, corrugated sheets of iron and plastic. By 1977 some 18 000 people were living there including the Zono family.

‘Gifted’

Babalwa Zono was born on 12 July 1980. She says, “my mother said I was very beautiful”. Babalwa means ‘gifted’. “Am I gifted?” she says. “I don’t know but I know I was a blessing. I was a gift to my family. After my older sister, my mother suffered three miscarriages before me. I also have a younger sister. We are all very close”.

Babalwa describes her childhood as simple and happy. Her mother was quiet and loving and her father was gentle, thoughtful and kind. He was a foreman in the construction industry. Her mother was a stay at home Mom. They were always present in her young life.

Some of her earliest memories include playing with handcrafted dolls, pretending that plastic cups were cars, helping her mother cook and clean, spending time with her best friend Portia and listening to her father’s stories.

To kill a chief

Of the stories he told her, one that she remembers vividly is the one about the mob slaughter of his village chief. Pre-Crossroads, in the late 1960s to early 1970s, the township in which her father lived was overseen by community elders and a chief. This is customary in Xhosa culture.

Certain members of the community didn’t like the chief for various reasons. The local community became increasingly disgruntled and formed an angry mob that wanted the chief dead. Babalwa’s father tried to reason with them to find another way to solve their issues, but, gathering in numbers, the mob prepared to march to the chief’s house with spears in their hands.

Fight or flight

Babalwa’s father wanted to prevent bloodshed. So he implored the chief to run, but the chief said he was standing his ground. So he appealed to the South African Police (SAP). Years later the post apartheid Truth and Reconciliation Commission would unearth countless cases of police collusion in Crossroads violence during the apartheid era. Nonetheless, Babalwa’s father had run out of options and anxiously related to them what had happened. The police responded by accusing him of being complicit in what had taken place. They refused to corroborate what he had to say.

At first light of the following morning, Babalwa’s father went to the chief’s house to make a last plea for him to leave. When her father arrived on the scene he found that the chief had been run through with a spear and killed. The chief’s house was on fire. There was little Babalwa’s father could do to stop it from burning to the ground.

Sentenced to jail

The police arrived. He was rounded up with all the men who had been found on the scene and taken into custody. After a trial, the death penalty was handed down to all except Babalwa’s father. The families of those sentenced to death received financial payouts: Hush money from the police acting on behalf of the apartheid government. Babalwa’s father received 10 years in jail for trying to prevent a murder.

Life behind bars

The inhuman circumstances of her father’s incarceration are painful for Babalwa to relate. Still, she’s proud of the fact that although he became less trusting and more fearful, prison didn’t break him. It didn’t change who he was as a human being. He was a good man. He still found the strength to intervene on behalf of the innocent and he remained a respected member of the community.

While Babalwa understood the injustice of the situation, as a young girl she was not fully aware of the political machinations of an apartheid regime that encouraged township violence, the likes of which would stir up even more brutal and senseless neighbour-on-neighbour killings to come.

Eviction orders

From 1975 onwards, the local government made numerous attempts to clear the shacks at Crossroads and to resettle the inhabitants to a new township called Kayelitsha. When the Crossroads residents refused to move, their homes were destroyed by a band of local men known as Witdoeke (white scarves). Thousands were left homeless. Many were senselessly killed simply for refusing to move. Babalwa was 6 at the time.

Reign of terror

May and June of 1986 would become known as a ‘reign of terror’ in which it would later be revealed that police colluded with the Witdoeke by escorting them on raids and helping to transport the vigilante gang’s ‘prisoners’ to kangaroo courts at which often harsh sentencing including the death penalty would be carried out.

By 1988 Joseph Ngxobongwana, the leader of the Witdoeke had been elected mayor of Crossroads. In 1989 tensions were brewing between Ngxobongwana and one of his Captain’s, Jeffrey Nongwe over alleged fraud and corruption on the part of the Witdoeke leader. This resulted in a split and open conflict between the two from the end of 1989 into 1990.

Amid the chaos

Babalwa and her sisters were leading as normal a life as possible amid the chaos under the protective care of her parents. In particular, their mother kept a watchful eye, never allowing them to venture too far from the house.

Babalwa was a good student. She was sporty and spent most of her free time with her best friend, Portia. They shared everything from school lunches and clothes to girly secrets.Still her life was far from idyllic.

By the age of 10, she had witnessed necklacing: People burned to death by petrol-filled tyres which were forced down the victim’s chest and arms rendering them immobile and then set on fire; police throwing tear gas; friend fighting friend; neighbour fighting neighbour. One morning she opened the front door to find a dead man lying in the doorway. His eyes had been partially removed from his head. She shakes her head as though trying to delete the memory.

The Witdoeke come knocking

All the men in the local community were being called upon to choose sides and fight. One day, one of the factions was banging on their door to fetch Babalwa’s father. He was told that he and his family would be killed if he didn’t participate. Reluctantly, he went with the band of vigilantes.

While the extent of his participation is unclear, what is clear is that the person who came back was not the father she knew. He was admitted to Tygerberg hospital for observation and never came home. He died three days later. She says, “It was the violence that killed him”. He was buried in the Eastern Cape, the place of his birth.

Without my Father

When her father died, their living conditions, which, until now had not been easy by any means, worsened. They lived in poverty. Babalwa’s mother was angry and bitter for a time. She cried a lot. Babalwa leaned on her friend Portia. Babalwa says, “She is my sister. Everything she had, she shared with me”.

Two years later, the two friends completed grade 7. Portia moved to the other side of Gugs (Gugulethu) township. While Gugs was adjacent to Crossroads, for the two friends it seemed worlds apart. Still, they saw each other as often as possible, once a month or so. Babalwa never forgot Portia’s generosity, particularly when her father died. The two remain close to this day.

Her mother is still a major presence in her life, and, although her father passed away a long time ago, his memory is a comfort to her. That said, she has never been able to completely reconcile the violent circumstances of his passing with the kind and gentle man she knew him to be.

Becoming a mother

Now in her teens, Babalwa was a star netball player, she sang in the high school choir, loved to read books and spend time with her school friend Nthombokhanyo. In high school, Babalwa had dreams of becoming a nurse. She wanted to care for people who couldn’t care for themselves. She says, “In the old days, in our culture we cared for older people, we cared for our community. I wanted to bring back the old ways, the ways of our culture”.

In 1999, Babalwa now 17 and still at school, fell pregnant and had her first child, a little girl she named Khanyo. Three days after giving birth she went back to school to complete her education. After completing her schooling she set aside her dreams of becoming a nurse and went in search of work to support herself and her child.

Uyathandwa

Thobela is Babalwa’s first love and the father of her children. They had their second child in 2008, a little boy, called Uyathandwa. Babalwa smiles sadly and says, that while she has never broken any hearts she’s had hers broken, only once, on 30 October 2010. It was Uyathandwa’s second birthday and preparations were underway for celebrations at their home in Crossroads.

Babalwa was in the house; Uyathandwa was in the care of a neighbour who was holding his hand while attempting to cross the road. A car came hurtling down the road, mounted the pavement and hit Uyathandwa, who in spite of being rushed to hospital, passed away. She says, “I lost my mind”. She fell apart. Even with the love and support of her family, depression medication and counselling, every day felt as though she was reliving the horror of that day.

Reaching out to my father

Her cousin who lived in the Eastern Cape suggested that Babalwa come and stay with her. She says, “Lying in bed I could still feel his little body lying next to me". She had to get away so she decided to visit her famiIy in the Eastern Cape. She says, that while there, “I visited my father’s grave and prayed for guidance. It was painful. I had to tell my heart that my baby was gone”.

Even though she felt as though she was going to die from the pain she dug deep. She says, “My parents and all that I had experienced in my life up to that point had taught me to be strong. Even though I felt as though I was pining away from the pain, I started focusing on Khanyo. She was also my child. She was suffering too. I had to go on for her. Looking back, it was when I visited my father’s grave that I began to heal”.

The road to GOLD

In 2012, two years after Uyathandwa passed away, Babalwa joined GOLD Restaurant where she currently works as a chef. Crediting a woman called Emily Njengele as being the biggest influence on her career she says, Emily was the one who welcomed her to Africa Café, her first job and the restaurant she worked at before working at GOLD. She says, “I had always loved to cook, but she taught me so much more about African food”.

Sadly, Emily who had also joined GOLD, passed away, but by then cooking and sharing through food, particularly dishes and techniques from all over the continent, not just South Africa, had become a big part of Babalwa’s life.

One of the first things Babalwa discovered at GOLD is that, “This is a place that takes care of its people. We love each other. Our hearts are open. We argue like family but we share our problems”.

In her current role as chef, she says that her employer, Cindy places great care in ensuring the menu is authentically African and equally tasty. In turn, Babalwa and the rest of the kitchen take great care in its preparation. She maintains that everything guests experience, including the food, is made with love. She says it’s the reason people from all over the world come to GOLD.

Beware the Indubula

In spite of everything she has experienced, Babalwa says she is afraid of nothing. Then she smiles and says, “Except for indubula” (frogs).

One year, when visiting family in the Eastern Cape over the festive season when she was a young girl she came face to face with a huge croaker. She covers her eyes as though trying to block out the memory and says, “The cattle were grazing outside when it leapt into the house through the front door. It was a BIG frog. Still today, I’m afraid of their bulging eyes and the noise they make when they croak”.

While life has taught her to be strong and outwardly tough, Babalwa has a reflective sensitive side. She smiles wistfully and says, “I cry when I think of Uyathandwa but I don’t only cry tears of sadness. I have joy in my life and I cry tears of joy too. However, I’m also quick to anger. I struggle to control my anger. I don’t know why I get angry so easily but I’m working on that”.

In a surprising revelatory twist she reveals that Nongwe of the Witdoeke was her Uncle. One day – she can’t remember the exact date – and though a teenager, as his relative, she was tasked by the community with asking him to leave Crossroads. They felt he might listen to reason if it came from her. They didn’t want the blood of innocent people anymore. It didn’t matter whose blood or whose side you were on. He agreed. The community packed his things in a truck. He left and the bloodshed stopped.

Avenging the circumstances of her past

Coretta Scott King once said, “Revenge and retaliation always perpetuate the cycle of anger, fear and violence”. In spite of her anger, Babalwa feels no spite and no need to avenge the circumstances of her past.

Looking back, she’s grateful to her parents for who she has become. She says, “I am humble. I share. I give. I have learned not to underestimate people, good and bad. I have learned that being a mother is about teaching your children how to deal with life. I have known pain, and may know it again, but I also know the great joy of having children”. Revisiting the dreams of her girldhood, she is currently studying a part-time course in community health and nursing.  It’s in her nature to do for others.

The people I admire most

Her mother, now 69, left Crossroads for good in August 2017 and returned to the Eastern Cape. Babalwa says, “We are friends. I share all things with my mother. She inspires me”. When asked about whom she admires most, she says, “I salute Mandela but I admire the ordinary people who struggle everyday, like the people of Crossroads”, where Babalwa lives to this day.

In 2012, the year that she joined GOLD Restaurant, she and Thobela welcomed their third child into the world. Her face beams when she says, “His name is Oyisa and it means blessing”.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Make the first offering at your next dinner party hassle-free and utterly palate-thrilling with these easy do-it-yourself South African cocktails.

Basilicious

As the name suggests, this refreshingly cool cocktail is made from basil leaves with vodka, lime, and simple syrup (sugar water). A minute pinch of barbecue spice mix adds a subtle, nutty twist.

Ingredients

50 ml vodka
Juice of 1 lime
20 ml simple syrup (sugar water)
4 basil leaves (keep one aside for garnish)
Small pinch of Robertsons Barbecue Spice
Ice cubes

Method

Place the simple syrup and 3 basil leaves in a metal shaker.
Fill the shaker with ice cubes.
Add the vodka and lime juice.
Shake and strain contents into a tumbler.
Top with a sprinkle of Robertsons barbecue Spice.
Garnish with a basil leaf.

Cape Snow

Van der Hum is an amber-coloured, tangerine-flavoured liqueur. Blended with a decent glug of brandy and ice cream, this versatile cocktail doubles as a socially acceptable way to drink your dessert.

Ingredients

30 ml brandy
30 ml Van Der Hum Liqueur
2 tablespoons vanilla ice cream
Slice of orange to garnish

Method

Flash blend ingredients until drinkably creamy.
Pour into a wine glass.
Garnish the lip with a slice of orange.

Elephant’s Reverie

Made from the fruit of the Marula tree, Amarula Cream has distinctive pepper and caramel flavours with a hint of citrus. When you blend Amarula Cream with Frangelico and cream, it transforms into the ultimate guilty pleasure. It also works as a boozy dessert in a glass.

Ingredients

60 ml Amarula Cream
30 ml Frangelico hazelnut liqueur
15 ml pouring cream
Crushed ice
A pinch of chocolate powder and fresh cherries to garnish

Method

Combine the Amarula Cream, Frangelico, pouring cream and ice in metal shaker (shake) or blender (brisk blend).
Pour the mix into a highball glass.
Garnish with a sprinkle of chocolate powder and fresh cherries

The Ama-lekkerlicious

Brandy is widely regarded as one of South Africa’s best-loved spirits. Matched with peach syrup, cranberry juice and bitters, this crisp competition-winning cocktail can shake up any gathering.

Ingredients

25 ml brandy
12.5ml peach syrup
50 ml cranberry juice
1 teaspoon of lemon juice
3 splashes of bitters
Slice of orange rind to garnish

Method

Take a whiskey glass and dip the lip into orange sherbet.
Combine brandy, peach syrup, cranberry juice, lemon juice and bitters in a metal shaker.
Shake and strain contents into the sherbet-lipped whiskey glass.
Garnish the lip with an orange rind twist.

The Fynbos

Made from fynbos, rooibos tea, brandy, honey, and ginger liqueur this award winning quintessentially South African cocktail is the perfect aperitif for two on a wintery night.

Ingredients

50 ml brandy
50 ml rooibos tea
25 ml simple syrup (sugar syrup)
12.5 ml ginger liqueur
1 teaspoon honey
A dash of bitters (optional)
Lemon / lime peel to garnish

Method

Combine the brandy, rooibos tea, cooled sugar syrup, ginger liqueur, honey and bitters (optional) in a metal shaker.
Shake and strain contents into a pre-chilled Martini glass.
Garnish with a slice of lemon or lime.

Tip: To make simple syrup (sugar water) mix one part boiling water with two parts sugar. Stir until dissolved and allow to cool.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

During his 27-year incarceration Nelson Mandela wrote to his then wife, Winnie, “How I long for amasi, thick and sour! You know darling there is one respect in which I dwarf all my contemporaries or at least about which I can confidently claim to be second to none – healthy appetite”.

Strictly speaking, Amasi is fermented, sour milk. Umphokoqo is crumbly pap, a type of thick maize porridge (also known as ‘miliepap’). When amasi is poured over umphoko it is known as umvubo. Sometimes the terms are used interchangeably. Regardless of word preference, umvubo fans claim it is the ideal meal to consume on a warm day as the cold sour milk poured over the crumbly pap is said to cool down the body.

Food trail to London

While famous, Mandela’s palate was simple. When released from prison in 1992, he set about looking for someone who could prepare the traditional home cooked, hearty meals he craved. Xoliswa Ndoyiya, or “Xoli” as he affectionately referred to her became his personal chef from 1992 until his death in 2013. Once, when out of the country on presidential business, Mandela missed Xoliswa’s cooking so much that he had her prepare umphokogo and have it shipped to London.

What is home food?

In 2011 Xoliswa published Ukutya Kwasekhaya: Tastes from Nelson Mandela’s Kitchen. In her book she says, she talks about how she came to be Mandela’s chef. He said to her, “I believe that you are a great cook, but can you cook our food?” She replied that she could cook ukutya kwasekhaya and in her words, “that was that”. In isiXhosa, Mandela’s first language, ukutya kwasekhaya means “home food”. It is traditional Xhosa food, the food he was always happiest eating.

Mandela’s best-loved dishes

In Mandela’s household food was more than sustenance. It was about tradition, family, home, sharing and enjoying meals with those he loved. Some of his best-loved mains included usu or tripe (usually cow or sheep stomach lining and offal) and umsila wenkomo or oxtail stew. Favourite side dishes included umqushu (samp made from corn with beans).

While warning his grandchildren about the pitfalls of too much sugar and nudging them away from sweet treats he was known for some dessert indulgences of his own. These included malva pudding, a sweet baked dessert served with either ice cream or custard, and strawberry trifle, which is a layered cake, cream and fruit dessert.

Showing appreciation with food

For Xoliswa cooking for Mandela and his family for more than 20 years was her way of giving back to the man who had selflessly sacrificed so much. While not adverse to trying different foods particularly when globe trotting as a statesman, he preferred the simple tastes of the traditional food he ate as boy. In prison, he yearned for the dishes of his childhood and he always paid tribute to his mother’s cooking, happily sharing memories of her cooking for him with love. 


Monday, July 10, 2017

Every culture has its share of wise proverbs or sayings, usually single sentences, passed down from one generation to the next. While these sayings may vary from one language, culture, and country to another, the wisdom they convey is universal. Africa, in particular, is overflowing with inspirational sayings, many of which provide a captivating insight into the rich and vibrant cultures that crafted them.

1.”Teeth do not see poverty”.

Even when circumstances are dire, people still manage to find something to smile about.

2.”Only a fool tests the depth of a river with both feet”.

Don’t leap into a situation without first thinking about the consequences.

3.”Do not look where you feel, but where you slipped”.

Rather than dwelling on your mistake, look at what caused you to make the mistake.

4.”The best way to eat an elephant in your path is to cut him up into little pieces”.

The best way to solve a problem is to tackle it bit by bit, one step at a time.

5.”He who does not know one thing knows another”.

No one can know everything but everyone knows something.

6.”Rain beats the leopards skin but it does not wash out the spots”.

No matter how hard you try, you cannot change another person’s character. Similarly, if you behave badly and develop a poor reputation, it’s difficult to change other people’s opinions of you, regardless of how many good deeds you perform.

7.”No matter how hot your anger is it cannot cook yams”.

While anger can prompt a positive action that may resolve an issue, the act of getting angry resolves nothing.

8.”A roaring lion kills no game”. Sitting around and talking about something gains nothing. The saying also implies that you should work towards your goals quietly rather than bragging about your achievements prematurely.

9.”Do not call the forest that shelters you a jungle”.

Do not disrespect or insult someone who shares your burdens and responsibilities or who takes care of you.

10.”Rain does not fall on one roof alone”.

Trouble does not discriminate. It comes to everyone at some point.

11.”Ears that do not listen to advice, accompany the head when it is chopped off”.

A person who does not heed advice will suffer the consequences.

12.”Not everyone who chased the zebra caught it, but he who caught it, chased it”.

For more articles on this subject see: The Timeless Wisdom of African Sayings.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

South Africa is widely recognised as one of the world’s best whale watching destinations. Each year these gargantuan sea mammals migrate from Antarctica to warmer climates and can be spotted at various points along the coastal belt of southern Africa. The most prolific sightings take place in the Western Cape between June and November each year.

How the southern right whale got its name

Of the various whale species to be seen in these parts, including humpback and Brydes whales, southern right whales are the most common. Prior to the protection laws of 1935, owing to their docility, slow and graceful swimming speeds, and carcass floatability, whalers considered southern right whales to be the right whales to hunt. Nowadays, as Cape Town Tourism aptly puts it, the same slow speed has made them “the right whale to watch”.

Distinguishing features


Like its two northern cousins, the southern right whale has noticeable callosities (hard skin patches with a consistency similar to human nails) on its head. It also has a particularly broad back, no dorsal fin, and an elongated arching mouth that begins above the eye. Its skin is a very dark charcoal grey or black, with some white patches on its underbelly. Two leviathan nostrils or blowholes, account for the v-shaped blow observed by delighted whale watchers.

Born entertainers

With an average length of 15 metres and a scale-smashing weight of up to 60 tons, the popular and powerful sea acrobatics of southern right whales are impressive. This, and the fact that they come teasingly close to shore blowing, breaching, fluking, lobtailing, spyhopping and generally frolicking about the place has appropriately earned them a reputation as born entertainers and show-stealers.

Some useful whale speak

Blowing refers to the air expelled through the blowhole at the top of the whale’s head, characteristically seen as a fountain of spray.

Breaching is the term used to describe a whale lunging out of the water in an arching back flip. It makes a loud slapping noise when it falls back on its side or back.

Fluking is the action that occurs when a whale raises its tail as it begins a dive.

Lobtailing is an activity in which the whale lifts its flukes and tail out of the water and slaps the water. Flukes are the boneless fin-like structures at the end of the tail.

Spyhopping occurs when a whale lifts its head, and sometimes its body as far as its tail, vertically out of the water. Sometimes it twirls around to find out what is happening above water.

Best whale watching close to Cape Town

The Cape Peninsula’s bays provide the ideal sheltered territory for whales to spend their time cavorting, courting, and nursing their newborn calves. As such, southern right whales are sighted every year in the False Bay area, a 45-minute drive from Cape Town’s central business district. 

Further south, Walkers Bay in Hermanus, in particular, provides some of the best land-based whale watching on the globe. With southern right whales coming close to shore it isn’t unusual to see them from a Hermanus cliff path walk or while sipping coffee at a local street café. Another popular whale-watching spot is the southernmost tip of Africa, in the Cape Agulhus region, where the two oceans famously meet.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Ethiopian iab cheese (also known as ayeb or ayib) is a white curd-style homemade cheese similar to Greek feta. It is a central ingredient in Ethiopia’s widely consumed iab dip, which has a refreshingly cooling flavour. As such, iab is dip often found on various spicy Ethiopian food platters and often served at GOLD Restaurant. This recipe uses cottage cheese (easily sourced from your local supermarket), which is similar in texture. By adding more yoghurt and leaving out the parsley you can serve your iab with fresh fruit as a dessert or snack. Ethiopian cuisine is famous for its full flavours and communal food culture. Family and friends eat with their hands off a shared platter, which includes spicy and delicious meat, poultry, vegetables and injeera (a type of Ethiopian bread) to mop up the dips and sauces.

Recipe by: GOLD Restaurant
Serves: 8 (generous servings)
Difficulty: Easy
Preparation: 30 minutes

Ingredients

T = tablespoon
t = teaspoon

250 g chunky cottage cheese
250 g plain feta cheese
250 g plain thick yoghurt
1 T grated lemon rind (zest)
1 t fresh oregano
1 t fresh basil
1 t fresh thyme
1 t freshly ground pepper
½ t salt
¼ spring onion, finely chopped
1 t castor sugar

2 t fresh garlic, finely chopped

Method

Combine all IAB ingredients in a bowl and mix well. Transfer into a dip bowl for serving.
Tip: Your dip can be prepped in advance. In fact, it tastes even better after a day or two and keeps for a week in the refrigerator.

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