I don't have a sweet tooth, but that doesn't mean I don't like sweet things. I mainly mean I don't want bear claws for breakfast or pie for dessert. No thanks to the refined sugar, the flour and the fat.
Fruit gives me all the satisfaction I want.
Here comes Mrs. McNaggity: Please develop an interest in fruit. It does not need to be baked in a clafoutis. It does not need to be whirled in a blender as a sweetened smoothie.
Fruit is so good, it IS dessert. Well, you have to make sure the fruit you get is good. A peach with the mushy texture of rice and the flavor of Elmer's glue is a disaster, and you will blame it on "fruitness." You will avoid fruit. It is not the peach's fault; it is the peach farmer's fault, or more likely, the supermarket's fault. Try again. Find great suppliers, like at the farmers market.
We grow five kinds of fruit at my house, and we long ago gave up on trying to put them in baked goods just to use them up. Just eat them!
So this is my stealth entry into the pie maelstrom that's buzzing in the blogosphere this week. I don't want a wedge of pie, but a wedge of cheese is fine. With fruit.
(It's a toma, from Point Reyes, one of the myriad of new cheeses they recently introduced. A little tangy, a little stinky, softish... it was great.)
Happy red, white and blue!