When I received this month’s training programme from my coach, it contained the suggestion that I eat apples for a day. He often gives advice on which supplements to take such as spirella (makes me nauseous), additional vitamin C (ditto), bottled water with high levels of minerals (fine), omega 3 (prefer krill oil). I wanted to get clarification as my nutritionist, who admittedly I haven’t seen for a while, only allowed me one piece of fruit per day. He’d suggested I follow the regime as a bit of a detox for one day, rather than three. I could only eat that one fruit all day though I could eat as many as I wanted.
Although I’m not a big apple fan, I followed his advice. Now, he didn’t say, but I was guessing that they shouldn’t be swilled down with my usual gallon of strong black coffee. So I felt uber-virtuous as I drank fruit tea and water. It was nowhere near as bad as I had feared, probably because I slept half the day away. My beloved is a bit congested and his snoring is reaching such decibel levels that frankly I fear for my hearing. He woke me up at 4 o’clock in the morning and, knowing I was going to get up in an hour to take him to the airport, couldn’t go back to sleep.
Having dropped him off at the airport – on autopilot – I usually come back and work. But I was chilled to the bone and made the mistake of slipping back under the covers – I was in my fleecy track suit – only to be woken loudly by the phone at 11 o’clock. Goodness, where had the day gone? I spent what was left playing catch up until it was time to collect him from the airport again – just a day trip. So I only managed to consume two rather large bio apples: one for brunch and one for dinner.
My beloved is departing later today – returning Saturday lunchtime – so as a treat, I made him french toast for breakfast. Pretty much everything I cook at the moment has to be photographed before consumption as it may form one of my many recipes for the forthcoming column “The Musette” on VeloVoices.
French toast is something I can always rustle up for breakfast or indeed as “pain perdu” for dessert. It only takes a few minutes to prepare and cook and it’s a definite crowd pleaser. My friends’ sons would happily eat it every morning for breakfast. I occasionally make a savoury version with bacon and a dribble of maple syrup but most times it’s sweet with a dusting of cinnamon sugar – a mixture of cinnamon and icing sugar – and/or maple syrup. If it’s for dessert, I’ll serve it with a thick dusting of icing or cinnamon sugar and some poached fresh fruit.
Buoyed by our delicious breakfast we will be making the most of today’s fine weather – it poured all day yesterday – with a lunchtime ride. He’s leaving for Italy on an early evening flight. Too early to eat dinner beforehand so I’ve made him some cake for a mid-afternoon snack. He usually moans that all the cake I make gets consumed either at various cycling club events or by my Thursday English class. This is a fair accusation, but this time I’ve saved him a few slices. Again, the whole process was recorded in glorious technicolour for a VeloVoices blog post. At this rate, I’m going to have enough material for a cookery book which I feel I should entitle “The Hungry Cyclist” in honour of my beloved.