Today I was required to do physical labour. Those who know me will understand that this is possibly my least favourite thing to do. Just thinking about lifting something of moderate weight makes me feel like a nap. It would probably be funny if it wasn’t so sad.
My mother has commissioned me to complete a series of tasks around her backyard which includes the likes of pruning enormous trees, digging up other trees and planting them elsewhere, shoveling compost, more trees, and did I mention digging? I am not a fan of digging.
Anyway I powered through it all, pouring sweat the entire time, and was beginning to consider just dying in one of those holes I’d dug when suddenly the day’s work was done and I was presented with a delicious lunch that my brother had whipped up.
It was a bruschetta of sorts, but with a lot more than just tomato. My brother tells me he pan toasted the turkish bread in olive oil and then topped it with fried mushrooms, red onion, cucumber, halved cherry tomatoes, red caspsicum and a salty danish feta.
I was quite impressed and the flavours were so good in a simple, rustic way. No garlic was used and I didn’t even notice until I’d finished, but you could add that if you wanted a more traditional bruschetta.
Well my fingers are getting tired from all this typing so I think I’ll finish up. A nap is in order.