Let me explain - I was boiling a pan for the 'worthy' pasta and Lewis wanted to explore the delights of the kitchen so I got to thinking about the 12 pack of Doritos in the cupboard. From the Doritos I quickly went to the fridge to see if I could find a dip. Oh joy! There was a fresh pot of guacamole and a whole Camembert cheese. Well I fished out the pot of jalapeno chillies as well and Lewis and I amused ourselves crunching on the various delicacies.
After all that delicious naughtiness I had a look in the bottle fridge. Since I gave up alcohol its usually full of spring water, cokes and lager (for male members of house) but Blessed Be - what should be lurking in the back of the fridge but a beautiful, seductive, sensuous brown bottle of organic premium west country cider.
I love cider - the more scrumpy like and real it is the better. Wooden press and everything. Deep in the West country, brewed in wooden vats with things living in the sludge at the bottom that would defy micro biology. And the effect - well, relaxed is not the word. Receptive is more like it. Cider is to be drunk in hay fields with a willing partner, and warm nights of pleasure promised with every whisper of the playful breeze. Oooohhh cider - its fantastic! The words 'addict' and 'fix' spring to mind when describing the haste with which I located the bottle opener, suppressed the 'noooooo' voice and gulped down the cloudy liquid. Aaaagggghhhh! I've gone all shivery at the thought.
Just a few mouthfuls and now its tucked away with cling film and foil (best way to retain the fizz 'thanks Pixie') awaiting my next sin laden moment of surrender.
As of now the wholewheat pasta is boiling away and my roasted veg sauce about to be consumed. Maybe if I try really hard and pretend I never did it, it wont have ever happened. Yeh right - tried that one before!
