So my girlfriend and I have been on a bit of a health drive recently, kickstarted and fuelled entirely by Deliciously Ella and the thoughtful purchase as a present to my other half. We have made a range of dishes; full meals, snacks, side dishes, but one we have been enjoying lots is making our own granola bars. Call us 21st Century kids but a lunch is not a lunch if it doesn’t include a cereal bar of some variety! Due to my girlfriend being wheat intolerant she cannot eat many varieties of cereal bars and so making our own was a cracking option. She made a batch one week and then I was left in charge to make some the following week (which she later regretted due to my ‘rough’ measurements and mess I made). Naturally I thought it was the perfect thing to photograph.
I was happy with the outcome; a dash of dark chocolate, a smattering of white chocolate, a pinch of cranberries, a bucket of raisins and a couple of pecan nuts. If anyone is familiar with Ella’s recipes then you will know she is “cray-cray” for healthy edible items and the rest of the recipe does back this claim up I can assure you.
The next day I proudly pulled one out in the staffroom. The smell of bananas was the first thing to hit my cold-ridden/bunged up nostrils and so I could only assume this would waft down the table towards my peers.
“They smell nice, did you make them yourself?”
Yes I did actually.
“Oh…very nice whats in them?”
(I reeled off a list of the ingredients like a walking talking pack of granola bars)
“Sounds lovely and healthy, but the other day you ate a cake? And now you are eating healthy homemade cereal bars?”
Well you see, everyone needs to eat a balanced diet, so you can eat cakes etc if you want to.
“Hmm, I guess so (at this point I realised she did not agree whatsoever) but still you ate a cake and now them, seems strange to me…”
I reiterated my point about balanced diets but she was not having any of it. I am not saying I know everything about nutrition, but I did do a P.E. degree which partly looked at such things… It annoyed me that she was insistent on the matter. I like to think that I can take onboard another point of view and this helps me, but she evidently was off-board in the darkest depths of the ‘food sea’. Maybe it was her age? Maybe her background as she is from Cyprus which is a different culture to London? Maybe she does not like me enough to believe me?
Anyway, EAT CAKE AND BE HAPPY!