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Oh yah. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time: make kale ‘chips’. But too often I buy the kale in a fit of healthy, verging-on-macrobiotic excitement, then by the time I get home I can’t be bothered, or have succumbed to PB on bread as a snack instead.
Sweetpea’s reaction to my baking plans (yeh, these are lightly tossed in olive oil then baked… oh so healthy) was this: “Eeewwww! Can’t we have Doritos?”
Munchkin was more receptive to the idea. Being seven does that to a kid. He actually listens to his PE teacher and repeats what the guy says. “I am going to exercise my body and eat healthy to make it strong!” he says, pumping upper arms no bigger in circumference than my wrists.
So we lightly tossed them in olive oil, stuck them in the oven for 10 mins, and then we salted them. It didn’t say that in the recipe I looked up online, but if we hadn’t, I fear I would have been “eeww”-ing with Sweetpea.
I liked them. Kinda bitter, but melt-in-the-mouth. I mostly liked that I could practically feel the fat on my body burning and cheekbones emerging as I ate.
Sweetpea: “Eeewww!” Then, once she realized she was about to miss out on food to her brother and me: “Well, they’re not bad once you’ve tasted them.”
Munchkin: the opposite. “I like them!” Then a grimace. “I sort of like them.”
The kitchen and adjacent living room now smell of farts. Somehow I can’t imagine Gwyneth’s house smelling of farts, but since she has publicly stated she makes these things for her kids and they love them, it must do. Cos not even celebrities are immune from the smell of cooked vegetables.
Anyway, we did it. And since my cinema visit today* (one of those joyful solo daytime outings when I buried myself in the film) included $4.35 worth of pick ‘n mix sweeties, I feel happy and redemptive. So take that, goop.
* The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Liked it a lot.
POST SCRIPT: Hubby likes it too! He came gliding in after a sold-out stadium gig, practiced some yoga with me, then sampled the chips. His reaction: “Holy Moses and Apple! We should name our third child Kale!”
