I like to be open to new experiences, trying new foods, cultural oddities, or activities that I’ve not previously tried. And this last week, I charted two more firsts, bourbon red turkey eggs and Pilates.

Best to get the turkey eggs out of the way. I bought them on a lark (not from a lark) at our local farmer’s market. I consider the egg to be the perfect food- cheap, protein-rich, delicious. So please understand my love of the chicken egg before you scold me for finding the turkey egg to be on the inedible side. I eat eggs nearly every day, so perhaps it was my love of the usual taste that spoiled me; the bourbon red turkey egg will not soon find its way again into my fridge. They were pricey at eight bucks a dozen. (Heck, here from Murray McMurray Hatchery, they are sixty-five bucks for twelve!) I gave away the remaining ten to a buddy who told me he thought they were great. . .

My second first was a Pilates class. I was talked into it by a friend and we willingly went to a beginner’s class. She had taken classes before, I truthfully knew little about the exercise or practice other than the odd contraptions with the Pilates label on them. I will say, I enjoyed the Pilates class far more than the turkey eggs. Guys, laugh all you want, it is great exercise and gets certain muscles that are hard to work out. (My rib muscles are awfully sore!)

I told my Navy cubicle mates and one of them told me he heard Pilates was fun, from his grandmother. It’s okay, I’m a man!

I got such a good workout, I went back this weekend too. I was sweaty and shaky at the end. And my triceps are still exhausted. If you get the chance, do try a Pilates class. The crazy sled thing is called a reformer. (I think.) Did it reform me? Maybe. It’s a hard job, it’ll probably take more than one class!