Walking down the road with a 3kg watermelon under my arm was not quite what I had been expecting to take place at 2pm on my Thursday afternoon.
You see, as I approached the verduleria, I clocked the watermelon. I even actively thought to myself “ooh, yum! Watermelon!” followed by the thought “but I must not buy any. It would be far too hard to communicate how much I want. I shall just stick to the bananas”. Well, that’s not quite how it happened! It was one of those occasions where you hear someone saying something and then two seconds later you realise it was you saying it.
My problem is, I haven’t yet learnt how to backtrack in Spanish. The man from the fruit/veg shop said what I believed to mean “do you want it in a quarter?” which I wholeheartedly agreed to, and then proceeded to cut it in half and present it to me. I felt at this point like I needed to just follow through, paid for it and was on my way.
Now 3kg of watermelon is quite a lot. Arguably some may say it’s too much for one person. Well, never did I realise quite how much 3kg of watermelon weighs than when I was walking back home with it cradled in my arms like a baby. To make matters worse, for some unfathomable reason, I had chosen to do my errands of fruit buying at 2pm, meaning at this point it was 35°! Although in my defense, I hadn’t expected to be buying a watermelon.
Well, as you might expect, a day that involves this kind of thing is only going to go a certain way and another ridiculous thing happened to me later that night. There will come a point in my retelling of this story that you will absolutely, 100%, know what happened but bare with me till the end.
It was 9pm and I’d been slaving away in the kitchen for the last hour and a half. As mine and Nolys dinner evolved I start feeling smugger and smugger. I had really knocked it out the park with this one. It was going to be the most delicious thing we’d ever eaten and quite probably the best thing I’d ever done in my life. It had really evolved (one of them jobbies where you can just add more and more and all my things I had in the fridge just went perfectly with it and need to be eaten up.) Wonderful! It was basically all ready to be heated up in the oven. Delightful. What a champ I am. I was really pulling out all the stops for this one. “You know what?” I thought to myself, “crazy idea. Ontop of all my slaving away I’m going to peel some carrots and have a nice lil side of vegetables”. (For some reason, carrots just seem like such hard work for me. I’m not quite sure why.) I was also excited to brandish my new peeler and put it to work. I Put the main dish in the oven to be heated and pondered how amazing it’s been that my gas cannister hasn’t run out over the time that I’ve been staying here and decide it must be endless……. (😂😂) start putting the kettle on… start peeling my carrots and… POOOF. Fire goes out. What? Check the oven? Fire dying.. oh.. my endless gas had run out..
Well anyways, thankfully the dinner contained basically everything already cooked, apart from the egg and the cheese so I could put it in the microwave which thankfully I have since the Matus’ have kindly lent me one for the mo! So thankfully it wasn’t a complete disaster and we could eat what I’d slaved over for hours 😂 and of course, watermelon for dessert…
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