Saturday, July 7, 2007

Punk Ass Figs

So I visited Borrone Friday night and since I happen to know the Borrones I am cursed/blessed with tasting some of their latest culinary wonders whenever I go there (and they see me hopping up and down in line hoping they'll call me out and woo me with wondrous food). This time they pummeled me with figs wrapped in some sort of delectable cheese and prosciutto and homemade balsamic reduction. I don't like figs. But I wanted to take these particular figs home with me and sleep with them. (Is that cheating?). Mildly sweet but with a twinge of bitterness that went perfectly with my white wine, I was immediately a prisoner to their charms. Unfortunately, they were followed by cream of spinach soup, salmon rolls with capers, a foccacia sandwich dressed in a pretty green guacamole prom dress and, (those bastards) a brownie sundae with pralines and cream ice cream, whipped cream, and homemade caramel sauce I would eat on anything. ANYthing.

Let's just say the swim was tough Saturday morning.

*warm up with 5 x 125's with last length done as (free, breast, back, fly, free)

*5 x 100's free on the 1:30
*4 x 100's IM on the 1:50

*500 free, 400 IM, 500 free (pick one to do fast)

*final 200 IM or free, broken at the 50 for 10 seconds

1 comment:

Blake said...

Not on topic, but a nice article in this past Sunday's NY Times magazine on swimming: