While the post itself dates to 2006 and I probably first read it in 2010 (guessing here…mind is not what it used to be) it skyrocketed itself back into my brain last Sunday. Because last Sunday my live changed forever. For on that faithful day I met my first Sanctimommy.
After 4 years as a mother I finally got to lay my eyes on that fascinating and elusive creature. To tell the truth I had started to doubt its existence. Mainly because I had never really met any such person. Meaning that I am either the best mother in the entire universe or just surrounded by really nice people.
I met Sanctimommy during a babyshower. We had never exchanged half a word, nor had our glances ever crossed during shopping or other activities. The only thing we have in common is that we are both mothers to a 3 year old child.
While our partners got refreshments or chatted to a Facebook – acquaintance they hadn’t seen in the flesh for nearly a year Sanctimommy and I were busy watching our two 3 year old children entertain themselves. I was clutching a champagne glass with the usual desperation one feels at a social gathering where you only know two people, both of them being your hosts and you have to make small talk with complete strangers.
One of those strangers was Sanctimommy. As we sat there side by side, both basking in deliciousness of a rare sunny afternoon, both sipping champagne, surrounded by children shrieking, jumping and creating general mayhem, she suddenly turned to me and asked :
“Do you let her eat olives?”
The “her” in question was my youngest who was happily riding a tricycle and who at that moment was – indeed – eating an olive, so I could do no other then admit that yes, my 3 year old child eats olives. Adores them actually. Worships them like they are an all-powerful deity more specifically.
“And you let her eat Feta-cheese?”
Again she referred to n.°2. And again I had to admit that yes, my child also eats Feta cheese, any cheese for that matter, as long as it tastes strong enough. Heck if I told her tomorrow that she will have to live on Brie and Camembert for the rest of her life she’d be the happiest little girl the world.
“But… that is no food for children!” Sanctimommy exclaimed, the sheer disbelieve over what she was seeing raising her voice to a screamy pitch. “Honestly, I can’t believe you’d let her eat that!” was the departing shot, given with a glare clearly categorizing me as the worst kind of child abuser.
And with that she was gone, gone to get more champagne, never to return, lest she had to watch other scenes of depravity, like – oh I don’t know – the eldest happily chewing on a piece of cantaloupe melon, wrapped in some Parma-ham and drizzled with balsamic vinegar.
The brief moment Sanctimommy stepped into my life did set me thinking though. It is true that my children’s food choices may appear somewhat peculiar to those who don’t know us very well. For instance, my kids both adore strongly flavoured cheeses, have an unnatural liking for spinach and broccoli (don’t give them sugar snaps, though, they’ll … snap…at the snaps, you know what I mean), adore couscous, spicy chorizo and consider cucumber or raw paprika a good choice for a snack. They hate any kind of soda or juice with a passion. No really, somebody offered them a soda this weekend and they nearly pitchforked the poor guy. They drink mineral water, milk or tea. Rest assured, they have a healthy desire for cookies, a lust after more ice-cream than is good for them and will refuse to eat certain foods because they just “look yukkie”. They are normal children.
I’m still not sure why Sanctimommy disapproved of my children’s eating olives or Feta cheese, I’ll probably never know because I try to avoid her kind of people. I am however wholeheartedly sure she would also disapprove of this dessert, because not only does it contain sugar, there is butter involved too…
Grilled peaches with Mascarpone (for four)
- 2 ripe peaches, without the stone, quartered
- powdering sugar
- a knob of butter
- a teaspoon of Strawberry balsamic vinegar
- a 100gr. (roughly two large tablespoons) of Marscarpone
- the yolk of one egg
- a table spoon of plain white sugar
- two or three amaretti biscuits
- Set your oven grill to its highest
- put the quartered peaches in an oven proof dish, dust them with the powdered sugar and place little knobs of butter on top of each :
- drizzle the Balsamic vinegar over the peaches and put into the oven until they are perfectly caramelised.
- meanwhile put the mascarpone in a bowl with the egg yolk and the sugar, beat until you get a smooth even cream (note : If you are not making this for children feel almost obliged to add Amaretto)
- When the peaches are done, spoon some of the mascarpone mixture in a bowl, put a peach on top and top it off with some crumbled amaretti biscuits.
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PS: I swear it tasted better than it looks on the picture, my food photography skills need some work
PPS: the kids refused to eat this, they opted for ice cream
PPPS: the peaches also tasted fabulous with a scoop of Vanilla – ice cream just saying.