Think of this as a who dunnit or perhaps who didn’t do it.
There are five members of the household. Four of them have what I’ll term “sweet teeth”. Two need to reduce their weight. Two are in tip-top shape and burn calories faster than a hummer burns petrol. One has a guest over for dinner and one does not like cornbread.
This tale was inspired by my friend, the author and award-winning chef, Jane Ward. Along with her latest Huffington Post accolades, Jane recently posted a lovely rhubarb upside down cake recipe. Oh yes, rhubarb is a taste of summer but unfortunately, not the taste of a summer in the desert. Without any on hand, I defaulted to my apricot upside down cake. Together with a few organic strawberries, I baked a cake late at night after dinner. This is not a common occurrence in our home. I don’t often bake and I rarely make dessert.
But I love this recipe for a few reasons; it is very easy, the semolina creates a rich but not overly sweet bite and last, the whole thing comes together in my cast iron skillet, which you recognize as one of my favorite cooking tools.
As I flipped the pan over to reveal this dense goodness, I couldn’t resist. I withdrew a small slice to conduct my motherly duty of poison tester. Then I headed out to take orders. I received two and delivered two warm moist slices. Two? It was late. I cleaned the kitchen and ran off to pack for a business trip.
Last night, I returned to find nearly half the cake still here. Is it not delicious? “You know I don’t like cornbread,” scoffed the youngest. “Heavy cream, sugar and butter? What’s not to love? The scales in the morning,” warned my darling husband. “That’s a lot of fat, isn’t it?.” asked the oldest son strolling by as though he’s trying out for an Abercrombie ad.
As I’m writing this, my middle son comes into the kitchen and plates up a large slice. He slathers it with whipped cream and says, “it’s great cake mom.” He’s right. It is great cake but it appears that our family appetites are changing. Yesterday was his birthday and since I was traveling, we’re celebrating today.
“What are your cake needs,” I ask. He offers a broad devilish thirteen year old grin ands says, “chocolate.” Ah, normalcy in the midst of change. I suppose in three years it will be different when he also takes on the slow shirtless walk through the house practicing to woo women. And I will accommodate then just as I try to do now. Happy Birthday Calvin.
Have any of you found that your tastes and your family eating habits have changed? What are you consuming less of? More of? Is it driven by health circumstances or simply changing taste buds? Do you forego those old foods all together or still stir them up on special occasions?