More to the point, I’m cooking. I’ve already told you about Saturday’s roasted butternut squash soup and yesterday’s baked applesauce. You’d think those would have been enough to satisfy the need to not let great produce go to waste. Not quite. Apparently, this also triggered a need to keep cooking. I had five bananas going brown and then a friend at Tai Chi gave me some more from his tree. I already have some bananas cut and frozen for smoothies in my freezer and was truly worried that the ones on the counter would be wasted.
Undaunted, I turned to the web and did a search for healthy banana bread recipes. I found several which included less than a cup of sugar and not much fat because each included a third of a cup of plain, low fat yogurt. The recipe that really caught my eye also included a third of a cup of creamy peanut butter and two tablespoons of chopped peanuts.
I had to debate myself, weighing the protein benefits of peanut butter and peanuts with the extra fat. Nuts are good fats, I argued. Plus, the leftover yogurt I had wasn’t low fat, it was no fat. The only bad fat in the recipe came via two measly tablespoons of melted butter.
Guess who won the debate? The peanut butter-loving me.
You might ask, what the hell am I doing baking banana bread of any kind when I’m following a low carb diet? Why am I creating this kind of temptation when I’m doing so well?
Damned if I know. Perhaps I’m testing my own resolve and proving to myself that I can, indeed, eat even a freshly-made yummy baked treat like a “normal” person.
Maybe I just want a piece of banana bread.
I didn’t have a full size loaf pan, so I split the batter into two smaller, one-use aluminum loaf pans. If the finished product tastes good, I will immediately take one of the loaves into work. That halves the problem right off the bat.
I am also making a commitment to myself, stating it publicly here, that I will not compulsively overeat the remaining banana bread. I will eat a healthy, food plan-appropriate dinner. Then, a couple of hours later I will treat myself to one small slice of banana bread. I will eat it slowly, enjoying each bite. When I finish the slice, that’s it. No going back for seconds an hour later just because room opens up in my stomach and the bread is in the house.
If, at any time, I feel myself getting out of control and compulsively reaching for little extra bites here and there, I will pour dishwashing liquid over the remaining bread, take the pan out of my house, and throw it into the trash can.
That’s my promise and I’m sticking to it!