It’s a well known fact that I am not a morning person, but there I was sautéing onions at the crack of dawn, even as my first cup of coffee was still brewing. What was the occasion? Superbowl Sunday of course!
As I was busy preparing ‘healthy’ snacks for my company, my youngest son e-mailed me an article describing Superbowl as one of the two unhealthiest days of the year. I told him to wait one minute, while I quickly covered my trays and bowls and asked him why that should be.
Kids can be very fresh, so instead of answering my question, he asked what I was preparing. I had a huge platter of fresh strawberries and blueberries for desert and vegetarian pate made with peas, hard-boiled egg whites, chopped walnuts, and sautéed onions I told him. I also had artichokes that were not marinated, baked with reduced-fat shredded cheese and lite mayo. Oh, and goat cheese and fig preserves, just in case. And there were really nice, healthy dried figs all around the platter and fresh sourdough baguettes sliced very thin, for all these snacks, I typed proudly. I also had little pigs-in-blankets on reserve in the freezer, but I didn’t tell him that.
What was for dinner, he asked? Thin crust pizza and salad. What time are they coming, and are they bringing sleeping bags, he asked? Had I rented folding chairs, and how many were sleeping overnight, he wanted to know.
I told him almost all my snacks were healthy, in ITALICS. I had gone out of my way to make sure! He wrote back a series of LOL kind of letters, and even added my least favorite symbol, an animated, laughing so hard, holding his belly, emoticon of the smiley face . He said the problem wasn’t with what I was serving, but with how much. The ‘MOST’ in almost was my problem, and everyone else’s in America, according to his article.
Like any good mother, I typed that I was sure he had something more constructive to do, like clean his room, or study, so have a nice day and good bye.
Then I turned around to survey my kitchen, and uncover my snacks. I thought my son was being silly, but I’m nothing if not open minded. I found my husband, who was hiding in case I had last minute requests to prepare the house for guests, if he thought I had too much food. He gazed around the two sinks piled high with pots and pans, bowls and spatulas, and counters covered with platters hiding the food processor. Who else did you invite, he asked, besides the Bermans?
No one, I said.
He looked around one more time, and back at me smeared in figs and artichoke debris, before calmly replying ‘no, looks about right to me, where do kids get these crazy ideas?’
How was your Superbowl?
- Nancy
Labels: food for thought, healthy eating, Nancy, Portion Control
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