Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
I’ve never really been that much of a fan of eating fresh fruit (except maybe berries—I do love berries) but I have always eaten it, even when I didn’t particularly want to, because I was told it was good for me. It seemed entirely the wrong thing to say that I always preferred a good slice of apple pie (or apple crumble) to just eating a plain old apple . . . and I would have much preferred a great big fat slice of banana bread to just any old banana . . .
Since last October I have been following a low-carb-high-fat (LCHF) lifestyle and that has also meant eating little to no fruit (and especially not in pies or crumbles) although I have still managed to sneak in a few strawberries underneath my dollop cream! But you know what? I haven’t missed it. At all. (I have probably just alienated every fruit-growing person on the planet, but there you go. I am sure there are still enough people out there devouring the world’s fruits in such quantities that my no longer partaking will hardly be missed.)
Having said all that, no longer eating fruit does not make me totally immune to its charms. The myriad colours, textures and shapes are all pretty fabulous . . . and a lot of fun to sketch . . .