As I write there is an apple in front of me that I bought a few days back. I promise I’ll eat it. No really. Just not right now.
There are times in my life when I worry about the stuck record in my head. It often happens when I go running. As a creature of habit, my London circuit brings to mind almost identical thoughts as I round various bends.
Sometimes the music on my iPod is also the same. So consider this. I round the same bend, see the same something, think the same thought and hear the same music.
It’s a little unnerving. But of the many similar thoughts I have, it’s the ‘Oh God I must eat more fruit’ that comes into my head when I trot past the greengrocer.
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I glance at his freshly presented pears, plums, apples and more and resolve if not to eat his offerings to at least find space in my mouth for something similar during the day.
The other week I brought an apple up to London from home on Tuesday morning and felt a little guilty when I brought it back on Thursday night. As I write there is an apple in front of me that I bought a few days back. I promise I’ll eat it. No really. Just not right now.
I know that I need to eat fruit because as the editor of a food magazine I produce editorial that espouses a balanced healthy diet, five a day and all that.
But here’s the problem. Faced with the option in the evening of some cheese and biscuits and then another piece of cheese or cheese and biscuits and an apple I go for the former, obviously.
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The same goes for breakfast and lunch. By the time I’ve scoffed the stuff I want to scoff I’ve not much room for fruit.
And because I was taught not to eat between meals I don’t. So while I’m all up for the idea of a healthy snack I just don’t have the appetite. And come meal times, well, I eat meals which means I don’t snack on stuff, like apples.
There are exceptions however. Last night I ate a mango. Instead of cheese. It was an Alphonso mango from India sent to me by my friend Udit Sarkhel, the great Indian chef.
It was the juiciest, sweetest, most succulent mango I have ever had and even this morning as I woke I felt the better for it.
It has left me feeling lean and virtuous. So much so that I shall seek out more of them and then see if an apple might lend me even a drop of that feeling.
In which I case by the end of this week I might very well eat the apple here in front of me.
