Food, Running

Peeking in the Fridge of a Runner

A couple of days ago, the Ninja Turtle and GodzillaPin were reflecting on the fact that time was catching up with them, and it’s high time they admitted to themselves that they are no longer the cool, hip Uni students they still imagine themselves to be (that’s what they were when they met, and that’s how they want to forever be, dammit!) Time is marching forward briskly, and there’s still so much they want to see, explore, try, and get done before the kids, the house, yadda yadda…

What brought on this revelation? No, it wasn’t the endless laundry. Nor was it the stack of bills. It was something far more mundane, actually. It was dinner. Specifically, it was the cabbage stir-fry they were eating that night, because GodzillaPin came home from the market with a 3.5kg monster of a cabbage, and the Ninja Turtle spent a good while wrestling with the beast despite a brilliantly sharp brand new knife.

The creature that prompted a deep and uneasy awareness of one's mortality.

The creature that prompted a deep and uneasy awareness of one’s mortality.

Ninja Turtle: When cooking for yourself back at Uni, did you ever buy a cabbage?

GodzillaPin: No, I don’t think so.

Ninja Turtle: I never did either. I think the most fancy vegetable I ever bought was an aubergine.

GodzillaPin: Oh yeah? I didn’t even buy that.

Ninja Turtle: What vegetables did you cook as a student?

 

GodzillaPin: You know, if I remember well, I only ate tinned vegetables. Oh no wait, I bought a red cabbage once, and it was horrible.

So there you go, the progression from carefree, slightly irresponsible students living off the ghosts of vegetables soaked in brine and sold in metal tins, to full-fledged adults who stroll the farmers’ markets for fresh, local, organic, in-season produce. We are officially old. But we get to eat meals like these:

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Cooking a decent meal doesn’t begin in the kitchen, it starts at the market/grocery store. It may seem overwhelming, making decisions so far in advance, which is why GodzillaPin leaves this task to the Ninja Turtle.

Stocking the fridge to bursting point, but this is proof that eating healthy doesn't mean deprivation.

Stocking the fridge to bursting point, but this is proof that eating healthy doesn’t mean deprivation.

And because they ran out of space in the fridge, these babies have to live in a separate corner of the kitchen.

And because they ran out of space in the fridge, these babies have to live in a separate corner of the kitchen.

With so many beautiful fresh produce on hand, it’s impossible to not want to eat them. That’s the real secret to eating healthy – buy it, and keep it in plain sight. If it works with junk food and snacks, why won’t it work with fruits and vegetables? The sad reality is, we’re all greedy buggers who’d eat anything placed before us. Don’t say you don’t like it before you try it, and if you really don’t like one type of produce, choose another. It’s a remarkable world of fruits and vegetables out there, and you’ll never run out of new experiences.

Like this alien-spawned instrument of torture. The Ninja Turtle and GodzillaPin tried romanesco for the first time in their lives...

Like this alien-spawned instrument of torture. The Ninja Turtle and GodzillaPin tried romanesco for the first time in their lives…

It was Sunday's post-race dinner, so they ate it as a chicken vegetable stir-fry with purple rice for plenty of carbs and protein.

It was Sunday’s post-race dinner, so they ate it as a chicken vegetable stir-fry with purple rice for plenty of carbs and protein. The romanesco tasted like a cross between cauliflower and broccoli, and the duo loved it so much, GodzillaPin has already asked the Turtle to cook this dish again.

Of course, it’s not all about fruits and vegetables, everything in moderation and after a race, the Ninja Turtle wanted to reward herself. Not long ago, they visited the Salon du Chocolat, and ever since, GodzillaPin’s been bugging the Turtle to do some baking. As the saying goes, give a man a fish, and he’ll have fish to eat today; teach a man to fish, and he’ll have fish to eat everyday. Well, give a man some cookies, and you’ve damned yourself to baking for him every time he wants cookies; try to teach a man to bake, and you’ll find yourself doing all the cleaning up…

Kidding. The Ninja Turtle and GodzillaPin had plenty of fun together in the kitchen, making these cookies.

4-spice cookies with Valrhona dark chocolate, organic home-grown hazelnuts and raisins.

4-spice cookies with Valrhona dark chocolate, organic home-grown hazelnuts and raisins.

What little reminders do you get of time passing by?

What is the weirdest vegetable you’ve ever eaten? Did you like it?

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2 thoughts on “Peeking in the Fridge of a Runner

  1. What a beautiful portrayal of food!

    As for the passage of time, I am definitely greyer. And as I look around my home I can very easily mark various milestones. My home itself, is my very first home that I’ve owned. It’s been mine since July 2007. I remember the end tables that I bought just before the move. The large pictures of Paris I took when I was there to celebrate my 30th birthday were framed and hung in celebration of my 36th birthday. Pen & Ink sketches I commissioned based on my photography on safari for my 39th birthday adorn my dining room wall. They hang over pictures of me and D from our first summer together as well as a picture of my father on his 45th bday. The exact age I will turn myself next year.

    There are many other items in this small home that are also reminders of wonderful events and the passage of time. But I’m afraid this comment itself has already spun its own epoch!

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