You’ve promised your body that you will adopt a healthier lifestyle — something just shy of a “diet” because you know yourself too well. If what you’ve taken on is reduced to that, it’s probably not going to last because you don’t believe in diets — and for good reason. You’ve seen too many people begin with all the motivation they can muster, then when they realize the pounds aren’t falling off as quickly as they’d like, or that after what is considered a good effort, they’ve plateaued, motivation dwindles and the “diet” is quietly ignored. I can’t risk that because my knees will never forgive me for having to carry around 50 pounds they hadn’t counted on at their age.
Last September when I began to think about more obsessively about my weight and lack of routine exercise (no coincidence since I’d just turned 55) I began to find reasons to avoid the kitchen. Meals became food I could easily pick up and eat with little or no thought. I stopped looking at new recipes and rarely used one to try something new for dinner. And baking? I stopped that almost completely because it seemed pointless to bake something, taste it, then try to find a home for it outside of mine. I’ve never been a big sweets eater, but I thoroughly enjoy spending a morning in the kitchen baking something — especially if it involves a little thought or teaches me something new. I miss that and know baking needs to be a part of my life — as does dessert.
Dessert is a food group, isn’t it?
I’m kidding, of course, but the point is I want to bake and enjoy dessert occasionally so have to find a balance with desserts that showcase a simple fruit without a lot of added sugar or an excessive amount of fat, for example.
Something classic, satisfying. Elegant, but not fussy.
Just a small slice?