Lepird Family Tree

Pleasure Hunting / Novel cuisine

“He knew the word ‘champagne’ and the word ‘caviar’ and the word ‘Bordeaux’ before he had any idea of what they tasted like, but having been raised by a simple man he knew that not all people had the opportunity during their lives to taste such things. Accordingly, people who taste them will become different people from those who do not taste them.” − From “To the City of Paris,” by Peter Bichsel

We too learned the words “champagne” and “caviar” before we knew their true taste. We too uttered beautiful foreign words like “blackberries” and “claret,” and they had a magical effect on us. We longed for black bread and thick white sour cream, like the heroines of the books by the Countess de Segur; we yearned to sail with Captain Ahab, if only to discover the taste of shark steak and birds fried in butter; we craved the melt-on-the-tongue sausages of the little man and the smoked ham of the good soldier Svejk.

Even more than the books we gulped down as adults, the words of the books we read in childhood and adolescence left an indelible imprint in our mind. Over the years, those words assumed a life of their own and grew larger in the imagination. Sometimes the disparity between the actual descriptions and the image engraved in the memory is so great that one is driven to peruse old, beloved books and is astonished to encounter the concise, measured words the writer used to conjure up the delicacies on the table. And if we are asked about the meaning of our attraction to food and why we chose it as a lifetime occupation, it is in the books and not in the kitchen of great-grandma − a wonderful cook − that the seeds of the passion were planted. In honor of this year’s Hebrew Book Week, what follows is a modest homage to inspirational texts from beloved writings. The role of fulfiller of dreams and reviver of vague yearnings is played by the chef Meir Adoni.

“ ... the appearance of those monumental dishes of macaroni was worth the quivers of admiration they evoked.

Safari TV: Karula's family tree - Her Son Mixo, part two.

He seemed to be more willing to hunt larger prey than his brother at the same age. His first large kill we found him with, was a duiker and for a while he was seen on a more regular basis than his brother Induna. This could be the reason why we thought he was mastering the art of hunting big prey earlier than his sibling, but without seeing Induna as much, it is difficult to say for sure. He has also had an encounter with a cheetah in the past and I think maybe the first time in doing so. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. At first he was crouched low, then craned his neck for a better view! It was at this point the male cheetah saw him and he suddenly became very uneasy; looking around for possible escape routes in case it turned bad. (from his reaction, to me he has encountered his spotted cousins before.) A stalemate was evident, neither cat sure of what to do, it was only when the cheetah started to flee, did Mixo realise he was feared and gave chase, but only for a few metres! He returned to a termite mound very pleased with himself! I remember another thrilling encounter where myself and Marc were following him, Marc was driving, I was on camera and we unwittingly stopped on the remains of something. Mixo noticed it and approached us, almost requesting we move! He looked at us and came within, it must have been half a meter of Marc's leg, looking like he was going to clamber under the vehicle. Thankfully he decided against it and with a look up at me and everyone back home, he started to sniff the ground in search of other parts that might be hidden. It was only when we moved, did we find there were a few shards of bones! Seeming to have his mother’s life skills I am sure he will do well for himself! I must admit he holds a special place in my heart, for he was the first leopard I ever saw here at Djuma Game Reserve and even at his tender age of just over a year old, he came within 5m of us which had me buzzing for quite a while as it was the first time I had ever been that close to a wild leopard and spent quality time with one!

oh tara i have so many pics of these two boys its awesome We watched them grow from the start We watched them plat we watched them grow I cried the day karula called and called and got no answer.Yes Induna was a mommas boy and we worried so much about him.We rejoiced when we saw their first kill we laughed as they honed their skills as hunters.Its hard to lose a child let alone two nut we are so glad to hear they are doing well and have grown up to be awesome leopards>They have the build of their daddy and the look of their mom.

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