Fruit 7

An apple a day...

Fruit 6

Mixed Fruits?

Fruit 5

Peach.

Sadly, when I bit into it, it was already brown and flavourless inside. Such a disapointment.

Fruit 4

Honeydew, halved.

Yes, we cut into Monday's melon. Not green at all on the inside, is it. Now I look at all of it, I think I've seen melons like this referred to as 'Champagne melons' before. It's a little sweeter than a honeydew and lighter in taste, without the cool freshness of the honeydews I'm used to. It's still nice - and as you can see, very juicy.

Fruit 3

Bananas.

That's how I like my bananas - in a bowl, paired like seahorses. But not for eating; eugh!

Fruit 2

Overripe peach.

Fruit 1

Honeydew melon.

Yes, it really is that colour, believe it or not. I saw it in all its yellow, knobbly glory at the fruit shop and couldn't resist bringing it home. I'm looking forward to cutting into it - I'm half expecting to find that it's not a honeydew at all, but some strange seedy lumpy thing. Just imagine the colour contrast if it turns out to really be a honeydew - bright yellow rind against cool green melon. Hopefully I'll get a picture before we eat it all.

Theme for the week starting Monday March 17th...

... is rather healthier than the chocolate feast we've just had. The next theme is FRUIT.

Food 2

Fruit salad of melons and orange, with raspberry-yogurt sauce.

Fruit's my most common dessert, these days. I'm usually content to chop it up and wolf it down, though; especially watermelon. I love watermelon. The presentation was the interloper's idea, and the raspberry sauce. Sooooo tasty. (Comment if you want the recipe)

Y'all nearly got a very different picture tonight. I woke up this morning, got ready for work, and as I was hunting for my bag to hop out the door, I noticed that a window was open... with a chair lined up against the wall beneath it.

Some bastard had grabbed a chair from out back, climbed in the window... and nicked my bag. Which meant my wallet, keys, medication... all gone. On top of some very bad family news, and with my partner overseas, having some dog-munching camel-humper in my house really seemed the final straw. I sat in a corner and cried for a bit, then started calling the police and canceling cards.

I was really angry, and feeling bereft, so you almost had a picture of an empty plate with a few angry crumbs in it. But some very dear friends piled on the sympathy and offers of lifts and loans and love, and the sun came out this afternoon. And in the end, events are just events, no matter what the emotions we hang on them.

And watermelon is sweet and crunchy, and the lychee sake you can't see there is cold and smooth and faintly sweet. And life is life, after all.