Afrika Burn Salad

When my Sweetheart and I went to our first Africa Burn Festival in the Tankwa Karoo, we rode our bikes around, taking in all the installations. We wore festival costume with hats and eyelashes and vintage dresses not squeezed into since the Noughties. We held hands and played like eight-year-olds in the desert, taking in the openness and beauty of place and people. In truth, we did not eat much. There was too much to see and do. When we did eat, it had to be brief, clever, and as fresh as w