Friday, October 8, 2010

Apple crumble for breakfast

after dinner we have it with whipped cream
I believe that each day is a gift and should be celebrated as such. So today, a school holiday for the kids, we had popovers and apple crumble for breakfast. But wait a minute, you say, apple crumble is a dessert and as such neither healthy nor a desirable way to start the day.

Before you allow this kneejerk response to carry the day, let's compare. Bacon and eggs is not a bad breakfast, but what's in your bacon? Apart from all the salt and smoke (even natural smoke isn't good for you), there's a lot of protein.

Cereal? Don't get me started. There's either tons of sugar, or kids add it. And not much protein or flavour. In most cereals, almost all of the calories are from fat or carbohydrates. All those carbs get you going but you crash an hour later. The milk saves the day, nutritionally speaking.

Pancakes aren't much better, and if you're picking up breakfast from a drive-thru window you're just kidding yourself. (Nutritionally as well as the dis-healthiness of eating on the run, oblivious to your food and body.)

I recently read an article by a fitness consultant who said she eats dessert only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and has cut all other sugar out of her diet.

Blek. How over-regulated and well, dull. Life is a celebration - eat dessert every day. And as the old saying goes, life is uncertain - eat your dessert first. I reward myself for all the hard work I do and energy I expend in service by eating well and loving what I eat.

So popovers with apple crumble: using Bittman's recipes from How to Cook Everything they contain eggs, milk, flour, oats, brown sugar, six cups of apples, six tablespoons of butter, a teaspoon or less of white sugar, salt and cinnamon. Not bad.

Not made by machines or kept warm under heat lamps. Not dried out and tasteless but warming and desirable. Textures were great: the apples were softened with a bit of not-quite-crunch in the middle, oat topping was crunchy, the popovers their usual combination of doughy and crispy. (One of my big complaints about machine-made food is textural blandness.)

Each kid ate about the equivalent of one egg and one apple, and I'm sure less flour than a piece of toast. They loved it and felt very special to have such a 'decadent' breakfast. Lovely. Now isn't that what life's all about?