July 2008 Archives

We had Mck round for dinner on Saturday, so it was off to Wimbledon Park Farmers' Market in the morning. Unpastuerised milk, rhubarb crumble shortbread and an Aylesbury duck were the highlight purchases.

The flavour of the Aylesbury was more subtle than anything I've had before. The meat was so succulent. Lovely.

The process of roasting the rare breed birdy was not exactly what I expected. At first there was the normal gush of duck fat in the roasting tin. After about an hour and a half it stopped though, almost completely. I was expecting the usual fat festival but it was not to be.

The three of us made short work of the carcass. It was crispy skin galore (the duck not us) and top notch, lightly gamey meat. Some Oregon Pinot Noir (thanks Owen) and our last bottle of Rochiolli provided the liquid refreshment.

Eating the Aylesbury brought it home to me how much meat has been messed around with. 'kind of like most things left purely in the hands of market forces really.

We bought our Aylesbury Duck from Manor Farm Game. They are supplied by Richard Waller's farm. He is, I think, the only remaining breeder of them in the UK.

Fertility

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So, being too fat can damage sperm. And all this time I’ve been cutting down on wine! I feel such a fool.

But seriously… K and I have not managed to reproduce yet. The fact that this may may be due to my ‘not so super’ size is disheartening, to say the least. The problem is that it kind of makes sense though. Surplus weight around the legs heating up the old goolies and turning my sperm into a useless band of mutant, two headed wasters.

Did that eighth fresh cream apple turnover cost me a sprog and heir? It just could be.


Last night I helped out at a community event near me. Once everything was done, tents put up, etc, it was time to kick back. Things became a bit sticky at that point.

One thing that I'm really hopeless at is mixing/mingling with a group of completely new people with whom I have precious little in common. What exactly am I supposed to say or do in situations like that? Focussed tasks, okay. "Hello Blah Blah, this is Steve", okay. Aimlessly wondering around vaguely looking for some social contact: nooooooooooooooooooooo!

It's a dyspraxic thing that I've never been ever to really deal with. Every now and again, an event comes along and I think: "Come on mate. It'll be fine." Oh no it won't. Oh no it wasn't.

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