A Perfect Day

Great weather today. Hot, sunny, blue skies, calm warm ocean, 

I missed most of it.  After breakfast at 9.30 I went back to bed, listening to Stevie Nicks, and I slept until one . 

At one I arose, saw the day had developed as a day should and that the tide was high.  I fished for a while, caught nothing, swam, and did not dissolve in the alleged pollution.  The water was warm and silky.  Why did I wait so long to swim here? 
Because I was going to bike to nicer places elsewhere
Oh yeah…. 

I polished the bike again.  Amazing how grubby it gets not being ridden.  It will be ready when the big day comes. I noticed some signs of salt spray, and a few rust spots.  Cleaned it all up with cleansers and metal polish.  Two more coats of carnauba and she is shiny and raring to be released.

I prepared garlic and lime couscous with peas and capsicum, to accompany my Morroccan Chicken Breast.  Then I fancied something sweet, which is fairly unusual for me.  I tried to recreate a traditional colonial tapioca pudding. I grated the tapioca and boiled it.  Not sure if i did it right.  At first it turned out somewhat similar to wallpaper paste in appearance, texture and taste.   I added coconut cream and Fiji Sugar. Much better.  Then some lemon juice and orange oil, a bottled alternative to zest.   Perfection.  Sweet orange tapioca. Very good.  Well – it’s a bit glutinous, but I like it.  And anyway, I have had a brainwave.  Tomorrow I shall get some desiccated coconut and mix it in.   I should be able to roll it into balls.  I wonder if cardamom….?

I, am now on my fourth beer.  Feeling somewhat tired, if not squiffy.  I think I shall start a movie and go to bed.

Outside it is raining.  The perfect end to a perfect day.  


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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