|Blink of an Eye|
May 12th, 2006
In my ideal world my kids would eat perfectly healthy, balanced meals with only the occasional home cooked sugary treat. They would snack on fresh fruit, home made crackers, plain yogurt and raid the fridge for crispy vegetable sticks. (This is when my mom revs up her commenting machine to remind me that this is pretty much exactly how I was raised and that I certainly didn't think all that highly of it at the time. Hi mom!). But two, okay maybe three things keep intruding on my little fantasy. Problem one: my kids. They don't want to raid the fridge for crispy vegetable snacks. Problem two: my husband. He's not wild about the crisy veggie snacks either. Oh, I almost forgot Problem 3: reality.
Don't get me wrong, my kids actually eat pretty well, probably better than I've led you to believe. They live on whole wheat bread and natural peanut butter, love fruit and nuts, and Jay at least thinks carrot sticks are a perfectly worthwhile snack. But they're also tiny little sugar hounds who start asking about dessert as soon as dinner is served (Jay) or first thing upon descending the stairs in the morning (Ian). And Jim's got a pretty wicked sweet tooth himself and does things like bring home PACKS OF SOUR GUMMY WORMS WHICH HE KNOWS I WILL END UP SNEAKING OUT OF THE CUPBOARD AND EATING BECAUSE I CAN'T RESIST THEIR CHEWY ARTIFICALLY SWEETENED GOODNESS. Oops. Looks like my caps lock got stuck there somehow, don't know how that happened.
So my most recent half-baked plan to control what gets brought into our house is to limit desserts to dark chocolate, ice cream, and home-baked treats. Other items would have to be purchased and consumed off the premises somewhere. I even hinted (okay so I emailed an Amazon link) to Jim that perhaps the kids could buy me an icecream maker for Mother's Day, then even our ice cream could be homemade (and therefore virtuous don't you know).
Unfortunately there's a flaw in my plan. It turns out I can't stop myself from consuming homemade treats any more than I can the evil sour gummy worms. You see I can totally ignore almost any purchased dessert that makes it into our house, unless it happens to be a member of the gummy family. Chocolate bars, cookies, candies, whatever - I won't touch it. But when I've made it myself, or better yet made it with Jay, my able baking assistant, apparently all bets are off. For evidence I give you the Blink Of An Eye Rhubarb Cobbler, or rather I would if there were any left. I just checked with Jim on the phone to see if perhaps he ate some after I went to bed last night, but unfortunately no, it seems that apart from the serving that Jay ate after dinner, I consumed the whole thing myself. In my defense the cobbler is only about a half inch thick and contains no butter or oil, it's sort of like a big chewy fruit cookie, but still, cobbler, pie, fruit cookie or whatever it's called, it probably shouldn't be eaten at three consecutive meals. So I might have to go back to the drawing board on this one.
But if you're made from stronger stuff than I am, you should head over to Baking Sheet and check out the Rhubarb Cobbler. It's easy to make, Jay and I whipped it up while preparing dinner last night, and delicious topped with plain yogurt and fresh strawberries. In fact you could probably throw in a second fruit along with the rhubarb - you know I've got more rhubarb in the fridge and some wild blueberries in the freezer.... maybe I should give the plan one last chance. For the kids.