5 Beats, 2 Oak Bay Butcher chorizo sausages, 4 potatoes, 1/2 a crown of broccoli.
Everyone knows that when you boil beats, the water turns purple. Once I met someone who told me the energy in food comes from its colour. I've spent a little time pondering this one, but the latest thoughts are not yet ready to be published.
What I can tell you is that beat water is delicious, deliciously dark purple. It's similar to a beat tea, if you could imagine such a thing. It is surprisingly sweet, and a little earthy, but that could just be the dirt I didn't bother washing off.
Perhaps the extra dirt minerals will help provide some direction on the new turf.
As I settle into the new abode a number of positive changes have occurred.
Example: I have been finding myself frequently lost.
Where am I? I think I know this street. I think I turn left here. No. Right. Right? Nope. Left. Oh wait, that wasn't the street I thought it was. I'll go back there, where I knew where I was. Left this time. Ok, this is good.
Now I'm here. But where is here?
All I can be sure of is that I am here.
Well I was here a moment ago, but now where am I? It sure looks, feels, and sounds like I'm here. Pass on that stuff for a moment. Ahhh. . . Right, I still have swim practice.
Ok, so I'll assume for the time being that I'm here. I have swim practice there. If I follow that road, I will end up there. Ok, lets go.
Rest well.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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