Two stupid minor injuries in the name of health and wellbeing this week. Firstly, I bit into an apple yesterday. Since spatial reasoning has never been my forte the bite was much wider than it needed to be. Instead of sinking into the fruit, that really pointy tooth sank straight into the side of my tongue. Now I’ve got a centimetre-wide flappy bit of broken tongue, all swollen and painful.
And then tonight we went to the forest for some off-road cycling action and I forgot to wear my padded shorts underneath my trousers. D’oh! After 90 minutes of pelting over rocks and puddles and big fat tree roots, I am feeling rather tender in the lady parts.
The first half hour of these bike rides always seems to suck. My legs just don’t work properly and it’s too haaard and I just want to go home because I just don’t think I can doooo this today. But when it’s done and I’m wiping mud off my bike with a handful of grass before loading it back into the car, that’s all completely forgotten.
"Sorry I was such a whingy git earlier," I said to Gareth after a recent ride, "It always feels like I’m not going to make it."
"That’s alright," he smiled, "I don’t listen to you anyway!"
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In other exciting news, I had another culinary first last weekend – a fresh fig!
Somehow figs had passed me by until now. Once as a child I waited in the car feeling completely mortified as a certain member of my family climbed over a fence of a former WWII prison camp site with a plastic bucket, then raided the fig trees in order to feed their homemade fig jam habit. The jam was always a weird browny greeny colour and freaked me out. The fruit itself looked a bit creepy too.
So when my friend served them up for dessert the other day I wrinkled up my nose. Well I wrinkled it up inside my mind, because it would have been rude to wrinkle it for real! But these figs had briefly been in the oven alongside some fresh peaches so they were warm and syrupy. Then they were dolloped with vanilla creme fraiche. PHWOAR! It was difficult not to moan with all that juicy soft but crunchy goodness… I waited nearly 30 years for this? All week long I’ve been thinking fig fig fig, I gotta get me some more figs.
That is one of the greatest pleasures in life, I reckon. The moment of surprise when you taste something amazing that you’ve never tasted before. And knowing there’s still a million other untasted things out there all shiny and new. Noice.
Bon weekend, lovelies!