|Oh, do I love this confiture (jam).It’s “allegée” which, in this case, means 30 percent less sugar.|
For years now doctors, psychologists, nutritionists, dieticians, probably even Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil having been harping on “mindfulness”. In other words, everything we do we should think about it, savour it even.
Now, as you know, and I’ve done some harping myself in this regard, the French eat mindfully (most of the time). Over time I too have tried to eat all of my meals at table with no other distraction other than conversation. Except I didn’t do that this morning.
Since my rehab and my regime that started in June, breakfast has become one of my great pleasures. I look forward to sitting down at the dining room table, with silver, linen napkin, the whole la-dee-da. But what I love most is what I eat. And really, I’ve learned to throughly enjoy my petit dejeuner.
|These are sooooo good.|
Every morning for going on four months now, I eat five “fibre+” biscuits, 34 calories each, five equal a breakfast serving; two of those restaurant-like pats of butter, demi–sel, which equal about 18 grams of butter (I eat butter because I love it and rationalize that it’s also good for my skin and only first thing in the morning); a plum or another seasonal fruit; lovely strong coffee with skim milk (I’ve tried, but I just can’t drink black coffee in the morning); and my latest discovery, reduced sugar — by 30 percent — apricot, and sometimes raspberry, jam on the fifth biscuit. The last biscuit is a little wrap-up treat, but I have to be careful because I always want to dip a spoon into the jar and have more.
|My mini butter pats which help me know exactly how much I’m spreading on my biscuits.|
Exceptionally, as the French would say, I prepared my breakfast mindfullytoday and then set my laptop down on the table to see what was going on in my mailbox and the world in general. My-Reason-For-Living-In-France had had his petit dejeuner and was off someplace (he is often a very early riser) so that left conversation up to Charlotte and me which tends to be quite one-sided.
|This one is delicious as well and there are several others.|
Here’s where everything went wrong: I consumed the entire meal while cruising around the Net and do not remember one single sensation from what, as I said, is usually my favorite meal of the day.
Lesson learned: I will try never again to forget to eat mindfully unless, of course, I’m in some wildly riveting conversation. But that’s different and I’ve discovered those situations seem to make food and wine taste better. The Internet does not, nor does television.