The Best Toast in the World
I’ve never liked swimming very much. Even when I was advised to take it
up by my doctor
a few years ago because of a bad back, I went under protest. I gave it
up a while ago,
incidentally, much prefering the familiar dry ground of the gym.
But there’s one fond memory I have from my childhood, and that’s a
swimming and toast. Let me explain.
I was a very bad swimmer as a kid, partly due to the fact that my
eyesight was terrible,
and without my glasses I couldn’t see a hand in front of my face, let
alone the swimming
instructor or my classmates.
I was so bad, in fact, that my dad started to take me swimming on Sunday
extra practice. My parents even went so far as to pay for extra group
lessons for a while,
But the wonderfully sweet memory I have of the local swimming pool is
upstairs and overlooking the pool which served the best toast I have
ever tasted. What
is it about food that makes it taste so good after an hour and half
splashing around in
the swimming pool?
I remember the butter melting into the thick slices (I always had two)
and dribbling down
my chin as I gazed out of the huge canteen windows at the activity in
the pool below.
Maybe it was the fact that the swimming ordeal was behind me for another
week, but it
felt like I was in toast heaven.
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