The benefits of a bad meal
Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 2:13 pm
Today, instead of my usual wholesome, delish Saturday morning breakfast in the company of acquaintances at the cafe, I had a bread-brownie-carrot meal.
I meant to check out the huge brownie that I had coveted for a while in the next door bakery.
Well.
The brownie tasted like a synthetic concoction stuffed with poor cousins of the real thing.
My guess is it had some bland veg oil instead of butter, few if any eggs, and tried to make up for the cheap ingredients by its large portion size and an overwhelming dose of sugar.
Be that as it may, I did go ahead and have the planned breakfast, all the way to the last crumb.
I admire the people who push away a dish which turns out not to appeal to them, I'm just not one of them...
Happy end, though: it wasn't suffering, just a let-down, and, above all, I can now walk by that brownie, safe and smug in my disdain for this phony wannabe.
I meant to check out the huge brownie that I had coveted for a while in the next door bakery.
Well.
The brownie tasted like a synthetic concoction stuffed with poor cousins of the real thing.
My guess is it had some bland veg oil instead of butter, few if any eggs, and tried to make up for the cheap ingredients by its large portion size and an overwhelming dose of sugar.
Be that as it may, I did go ahead and have the planned breakfast, all the way to the last crumb.
I admire the people who push away a dish which turns out not to appeal to them, I'm just not one of them...
Happy end, though: it wasn't suffering, just a let-down, and, above all, I can now walk by that brownie, safe and smug in my disdain for this phony wannabe.