Oh dear — we’re approaching the threshold of the holidays. A time of year when appetites know no boundaries and good judgment regarding fat intake is the exception, rarely the rule.
Fortunately it’s also sweater season, which covers the extra inch padding my girth. So I climb into my baggy pants (which make me feel thinner) and pad to the kitchen to inspect the fridge contents for dinner (and lunch and snacking) options.
I’m craving the smells and flavors of Thanksgiving — turkey roasting, mashed potatoes oozing with gravy, the sweet, tart and gingery tang of apple pie — but it’s seven tortuous weeks away.
So I lie in wake, hunkered down, nibbling on a wedge of triple cream cheese. If the past is an indication of the future, these snacks will translate to a pound a week. And that’s goes the same for my husband, Richard, if not more, as he’s exposed to office treats.
We are frank with one another, freely discussing the temptations from outside and within the marital compound. We’ve agreed to be supportive in our attempt to harness hand-to-mouth impulses. Richard also requested I avoid cooking with butter for the next few weeks, to bank calories for the Thanksgiving Day orgy.
I agreed, and created a recipe that would sate our holiday cravings using “healthy fats” , such grape seed and olive oil. It’s also easy to execute — I’m lethargic after that quarter pound of brie and want to spend minimal time cooking.
The result is the following dish, mostly pulled from pantry staples and a thawed package of Jenny O turkey cutlets. It was delicious, and I’d encourage you to try it. But I’d best come clean — since I was referencing fats — and address that optional tablespoon of butter in the recipe below.
I tasted the sauce without the butter. It was good, but not off the charts; I knew what I had to do. Richard, head down, was sorting mail at the kitchen table. I opened the fridge and the interior light turned on. From the slit in the open door, I could see his reflection in the window pane: head still down.
I reached for my friend, the butter. Why pick on butter? Heck, butter’s not bad — butter’s good, and half a tablespoon would only be 50 all-natural calories. This recipe should serve three people, so that’s only 16 or so calories per person.
I melted it into the sauce and tasted; ummmm….sublime. If I add another half tablespoon butter, it would even been better. But I refrained; a strong marriage is built on a foundation of trust, and I’ve already strayed.
I served these with mashed sweet potatoes; the sauce was a marvelous complement. And Richard, if you’ve made it this far into the blog, I apologize for my buttery infidelity. But I recall your lip-smacking sounds, and what should have served three, served two. Still — only 50 additional calories for us combined, and an exponentially better dining experience. If we continue eating like this, we can tighten our belts come December.