Burnt Fingers

I'm exhausted. I can't stop falling asleep.  Day three of this Ayurvedic diet and it's boring the sh** out of me. I'm allowed spelt bread which I bought in Aldi, it's not bad toasted.  

This morning I made banana bread thanks to the Happy Pear.  The ingredients are all within my three food groups; Sweet, Bitter and Astringent.  We have a ton of bananas gently rotting since Son (22) moved out. It was either use them up or add them to the already overflowing compost heap. While the oven was on, I also made a batch of granola as per Dearbhla O'Rourke's recipe. I've been making this for three years now, and it's delicious with ice-cream and chocolate sauce.

It was coming up to 8am. I had just taken the banana bread out of the oven and placed it on top of the stove to rest next to the granola and was hanging up the oven mitts when I hear his lordship descending the stairs.  On entering the kitchen, his eyes lit up as he is enchanted by the twin aromas of hot nuts - from the granola - and warm bananas.   He follows his nose to the stove.  I didn't think I had to warn him. I thought he saw me hanging up the oven mitts.

I heard him say, "Is that ready to eat yet?" and then, "Oh sh**," then several more, "Sh**s" as he attempted to stop the hot tin falling to the floor. I ran the cold water tap and told him to put his hands underneath.   I then cut a generous stalk from the aloe vera plant on the kitchen sill, slit it open lengthways and rubbed it into Hubbie's throbbing hot, sore fingers. 

I made him a coffee, myself a Barley Cup - a very poor substitute, but needs must. Using the oven mitts, I turned out the banana bread onto a wire tray and cut us both a generous chunk. To cheer him up, I placed an Aldi 85% dark chocolate bar on top of his and we watched it slowly melt into the slice.

His Homer Simpson tactics cheered me up.  I think my Vata might be creeping back.