Apres School, and the Sapodilla
Know what I’m not any good at? Skiing. But it’s not for lack of trying.
Okay, maybe it actually is for lack of trying. When I was in high school, my friend decided to teach me how to ski. We went on a bus trip to a hill, she taught me to do some turns, and then she got bored on the little hills and decided I was ready to graduate (you could argue that all hills in Ontario are little, and you would most definitely do this if you are reading this from the West coast, but they weren’t little to me). I went with her, but each time I lined up for the lift, I thought to myself, “Hm, I wonder if I’ll die this time.” I wasn’t good enough to keep up with the turns and I quickly picked up speed, so my strategy was just to lock my knees and yell at people to get out of the way. Thankfully, it worked that day, but I swore to be grateful that I had walked away with a pristine neck and never to try that again.
Years later, I took a few lessons, and by a few I mean five. I found this cold, and not particularly enjoyable. They never granted me the privilege of poles.
And then I married a snow bunny.
That wasn’t him (but it might as well have been).
That wasn’t him either. Sorry about that, went on a bit of a Googling tangent. I’m back now. And you’re welcome, ladies.
Anyway, my point is that although my husband would love for me to be good at skiing, it does not happen to be one of my strengths. He is still encouraging me to learn, but I find it at waste of time and money at this point, and also it completely stresses me out. So although I love learning new things, as far as skiing goes, I’ve drawn a line in the snow and said that I have no need to learn to hurtle my body down a hill at high speeds. There are days this makes me feel like a quitter, and a jerk for not being more optimistic and team-player-ish. And I know there will be great numbers of ski trips in my future, because my kids are already becoming great little snow bunnikins. But now we’re finally coming around to my dangerous food point.
I am very adept at apres ski.
That’s my friend Jackie. We did zero skiing the day she posed with these, but it was frigid cold out, so my sapodilla smoothies with brandy went down just as nicely as if we had tamed some Alpine slopes (is that the lingo? I wouldn’t know). As with apres ski, I am also very good at apres school. You don’t need to actually go to school to do apres school. In general, I think there should be more “apres” activities where you don’t take part in the activity. Life is too short not to celebrate not taking part in something.
Anyway. Sapodilla fruit.
They taste a lot like a brown sugar coated pear, and their sap was the original source of chewing gum. I highly recommend them for snacking on straight up after every activity you’re not participating in. But even better, you can take this website’s advice and make brandy smoothies on a blistery cold winter’s day. (Or you could try a brandy smoothie with another soft sweet fruit, like a peach or even ripe persimmon if for some odd reason you can’t find sapodilla).
Brandy sapodilla smoothie (serves two)
1 cup milk
1 Tbsp honey
1/2C brandy (I increased the brandy from the pitiful 1Tbsp the original recipe called for)
1 cup sapodilla pulp
4 cups ice
Place the ingredients in a blender and mix until smooth.
Results: A great winter warm-up (although it’s mostly cold). This is tropical snow in a drink. I would buy sapodilla if I came across them again. Rating: 2 Yums
I’ll close with another picture of Jackie where I messed up depth of field (I played with some effects with it too). See Cinnamon, I really need to practice this month’s Snaptoit photo challenge on depth of field. Thanks for answering my question!!
Wait, instead I’ll close with a question for everyone else (it’s my blog and I’ll pivot on a whim if I want to). Make me feel better – name one thing in your life that you have given up on learning to do, but that you think to yourself, “I’m actually fine and dandy not to know that, thanks.” This is like the anti-New-Year’s-Resolution.
Cheers to winter!