Sunday, 21 August 2011
I have been hanging for a Vietnamese spring roll. It's all I've been thinking about for a couple of weeks now but I thought it would be too difficult to eat. Tonight, I braved it. My mouth was watering so much as I cut up all the ingredients. It's one of those meals that is so fresh and healthy that you feel good preparing it and even better eating it. I wet the rice paper and laid it on my plate. I layered tiny amounts of vermicelli noodles, cucumber, carrot, lettuce, mint and finely diced chicken. I rolled it up and swallowed the litre of saliva that had built up in anticipation. I dunked this little piece of heaven in hoi sin sauce and swallowed the other litre of saliva that had already filled my mouth again. I bit in and began the lengthy chewing process. And chewed. And chewed. And swallowed. And then I waited to see the effect it would have on me... Nothing. No pain! Are you kidding me? HOORAYYYY!!! I can eat these!! You little bloody ripper!
I thought I'd only get through one, but at the end I was fairly confident I could do another. So I repeated the process (minus the saliva bit) and savoured every single tiny bite, until I got about three quarters of the way into it and then needed to take a break. I wasn't sure if I was full but I kept going and quite easily finished it. I decided (after a 5 minute break) that I was going to try for a third. That was silly of me. It took me 15 minutes just to get half way through the third, only to discover that I couldn't finish it. I just started to feel sick - which is my trigger for too much has been consumed. My eyes are apparently still too big for my stomach, which is now even smaller so I'm in a world of trouble!!